cultural analysis

Cultural analysis 1.

I took a trip up the road to a little restaurant by the name of Aachis. Aachis serves north and south Indian cuisine with an extreme variety of vegetarian and non vegetarian food. Its location is 917 north Western Avenue about where Western turns into main.
Upon my arrival to this small restaurant, I find parking to be a non issue. There are no real blinds in the window so the entire restaurant is visible through the parking lot. It is very bright, and lots of bright plain colors on the walls, which hold a variety of Indian artwork. The Tables though few are covered with flowers, in vases, which lay upon a burgundy table mats. I expect I shall soon be entering a heavenly place.
As I open the glass door I find myself waiting to be seated. I assume even though there was only one other couple there besides me and my acquaintance for some odd reason we were waiting to be seated for around 5 minutes. Finally as were seated we find ourselves yet again waiting, this time on our minuses. It is while this time is elapsing we discover many things. The first thing that is discovered is at the slightest touch of our table it creates a pendulum effect. The second is there are strange spotty stains on the plainly painted walls. Thirdly while poking fun at the spots our eyes comes in contact with the thermostat which was set to 85 degrees this is when we realize we are burning up. Lastly our ears are engulfed by what I assume to be the Indian equivalency of MTV.
I tried not to let this things spoil my time so I allowed our evening to unfold a little further. Our food arrived in a fair amount of time, and I won’t say at their prices it was easy on the wallet but it was surely not highway robbery. The meal I ordered was a goat stew sort of thing with tomatoes in it and I piece of what I call pancake bread, and rice. I took my first bite of this stew to find the spicy taste mixed with the rice and the bread happened to be quite delicious. So with my next bite I expected the same, but the next bite my mouth was unpleasantly introduced to pretty rough and tough bones. I informed the waiter, who then looked at me as though I was foolish and said there supposed to be there. I said ok and bided my time once again. Then a strange noise, came from the back room it was loud, repetitive and it seemed as though the intervals of time it for the noise to repeat itself was at a steady pace. I yet again dismissed this noise which was louder than the half naked Indian on TV was singing. A little bit more time elapsed before nature called where I was encouraged to go to where the noise was coming from. On the trip to the restroom I found the noise culprit an unbalanced washing machine, and was given an awkward smile by one of their employees.
After my visit to the powder room I sat back down and completed the rest of my meal. The check was given I paid my part and asked for a menu to take home, which it was provide after roughly around 15 minutes after I asked for it.