Got off a call with my grandad, he had a dodgy text and wanted to check with me and all that shit. Ended up explaining jeets and just general indian activities, he just calls all subcontinentals pakis. Reminded me of when I went to see him a while ago to introduce him to my gf. Family there told me about a local indian restaurant. They all live in a tiny little village, there's only about 4 proper restaurants in the entire village. They said it was really good and we should try it, but that there was another one that was shit, after a bit of alcohol all the names sound the same, even without it's always x of india or india x anyway, so all I could remember is something about red decoration. So me and my gf go down to get something to eat and well really should have paid more attention, one restaurant is clean clinical white with red table cloths, the other has red carpet all over the fucking walls and looks like an fsa violation. But it was more red and I'd just gotten back from Japan and she's from there and it's kinda inversed over there, dirty run down places are some of the nicest because it means that they've been open for long enough to get dirty, thus must be high quality. Was also importantly before making this account, so I hadn't seen all the videos of them sucking shit from cow's assholes. So none of the things that would be obvious red flags were going off.
We walk in, the guy that greets us is some old man, looks normal, maybe immigrant, maybe born here, fuck knows. He seats us and then this fucking guy comes over. You know how there's an autist phenotype? This guy had that idk you just look at him and know he's going to be retarded. The 'my son failed me academically but I still do his hair and try make him look good so he doesn't look like such a failure'? Idk how to describe it. But you know what I mean. And he starts fucking speaking, instantly, just like autist voices, you can tell he's one of these emotionally stunted shut ins. We both order and I notice that other than me directly telling him what I want he never looks at me, even when I'm talking to him he doesn't make eye contact. And all the time we're eating he stands watching, there's like the counter and shit at the back of the main floor idk the word, but it's pretty wide. He decides to stand in a way where he can look forward and still watch us. And it's just a bit fucking unsettling. I assume because he just about understood that staring at people is bad but if you're sat across from someone on a train then looking at them is kinda normal. Like he wanted to stare at us but didn't want it to be obvious so just stood in a place where it would be somewhat more socially acceptable to constantly look in someone's direction. Eventually we finish, somehow the food was fucking bland, I do not understand how you can make a curry bland, let alone by british and japanese standards? It was just nothing and the rice was fucking unforgivably overpriced too, I could buy about 5kg for the price they charged for about a cup's worth. It also took him about 10 minutes to get a cheque, fuck knows if he just wanted to stare at us longer but judging by his handwriting and the calculator key pressing noises I think he was having trouble doing something as complicated as £4 + 10 + 10 or something like that. And once again, he comes to us and gives the cheque to my gf? Which for one just like yea women are known to be expected to pay the cheque right? But he also gave it to her, he didn't place it on the table like fucking everywhere else, he held the little tray out to her until she took it from him. And once again asked how everything was and all that, all while looking at her even when I was talking. He then bought her a receipt after I paid the cheque, on the little tray was some chocolates (that were fucking absolutely vile too btw genuinely the worst chocolate I have ever eaten) one for each of us, aside from he specifically went and got a third and insisted on handing it to her once again which just got thrown away from the taste let alone how creepy it was. He also did that Japanese head bow after giving it to her which is just fucking retarded; you're not Japanese and you're not in Japan, if he could even tell any of the Asian ethnicities apart anyway. The old man came out too with a tea towel hanging out of a belly pocket and asked how the food was too and he actually made eye contact with both of us and listened, probably because he was the chef and actually wanted opinions on the food instead of something to wank over. We didn't say anything to him, we both just said yea it was good and that was it, though that's more just being English instead of a 'get the fuck out before you get raped'. And then we got the fuck out of there and went straight back to my family's house. Fortunately we don't have any tipping culture here and instead everyone just gets the minimum wage protections regardless of job. But man I wish we did have a tipping culture so I could have made sure this faggot didn't get paid holy shit.
I spoke to my family the next day and they said yea, don't go to the one you did. But I'm just fucking astonished, as if the man and woman of around the same age, especially when they're two different fucking races that spent half the time talking about how meeting my family went was anything other than a couple. Like what the fuck was this retard expecting? Other than just being an emotionally stunted autist. Yea just moved country and met this guy's parents and fucking spoke about that in a restaurant that was empty enough that considering how intent he seemed on watching us he probably heard us talking about. But nah she's totally going to leave for some fucking autist that gave off heavy rapist vibes. Real glad one of the first things I took her to experience as a citizen ended in some rapey jeet. Like obviously I think she's beautiful but most people would probably just say yea average Asian, she's no supermodel so it's not like I walked in with Beyonce or someone that it'd make sense to be unable to look away from. Though it is England so maybe in comparison it's a bit different. I'm just glad that he did have to stay in the main floor to watch us, at least that way he couldn't go cum or shit in her food. Also the place was disgusting, it wasn't 'well worn and lived in, decades of use and love' type shit, you don't look at it and think it's a community feature beaten down by use and time, it's not beaten up and stained chairs from decades of constant use or damaged flooring from millions of feet. It was just rugs stapled to the walls that they seemingly never even bothered to wash. It wasn't worn and beaten, it was just fucking filthy.
