30 odd years ago when I was living in the Schwarzwald, I found an Indian in a place called Durlach near Karlsruhe. It was shite. Really bland. The owner clocked me talking English to my girlfriend and stopped me as I was leaving. He told me to make myself known the next time I was in and he’d make it for us “English” style instead of ”German” style.We had some friends (Well...my wife's friend and her strange brummy boyfriend) come out to Germany for a visit a couple of years ago just around Christmas time. We did a few Christmas markets and local towns, then on Saturday evening we were going to head out to a restaurant. We went through the various local options, some of which are quite good really for a small town, then asked them what they fancied. The boyfriend asked, without any sense of irony, if there was a good Indian nearby? 'Kin heathen.