Mention Indian food in Arkansas, and chances are the name “Sami Lal” will come up. That’s because no matter how long it’s been since you darkened the door of Star of India, Sami will remember your name. Doesn’t matter if it’s been a week or a year, what you were wearing at the time, or even if you were hugely pregnant one time and then manage to sneak a night out without the baby the next time. He will remember you.
Sami’s a memorable guy — but so’s the food. Curries, vindaloos, biriyanis — if it’s listed on the menu it’s pretty much a sure bet. Of course, I could be biased (disclosure: my friends threw my baby shower at Star of India. What can I say, they know me well).
More ruminations on the menu, after the jump.