Gurkha Kitchen in Shetland - literally the last place on Earth where one would expect to find a Nepalese restaurant. Then, there was the Gurkha Kitchen in Aberdeen - one of two restaurants at which I was such a regular customer that they started giving me rides home from the restaurant. So, was I surprised when the close protection team and I discovered a Nepalese restaurant while scouting Blandford Forum for our final exercise?
No, dear reader. I was not surprised.
Queen's Gurkha Signals. He told us about Nepal, and about his service in the Gurkha Signals. Zulu, in his infinite wisdom, asked Raju about the legend that a khukuri can't be returned to its scabbard until it's drawn blood. (Raju didn't even let Zulu finish the question before answering that he knew where he was going with that, and no, they don't do that anymore.) With a great meal and some great team bonding complete, it was time to rock and roll.
The next morning, and half of the next day, Zulu kept telling people - particularly attractive young women - about the gastronomic effects of the "Gurkha curry" he'd eaten the night before. I literally couldn't take that knucklehead anywhere. On the plus side, another town, another Nepalese restaurant... You can't get much better than that.