Hold me DL! I just ordered Indian Room Service…

Can we have your stuff OP?

And then she died.

Are you in a major hotel chain or a smaller independent one, e.g., are they used to foreigners or do the primarily cater to Indians.

If the latter, you in danger, guuurl.

Stealth scat thread.

Can I have your stuff-- the stuff without explosive diarrhea specks all over it?

OP, tell us more about Delhi. Are you on vacation, a business trip? India is on my list of countries to visit in the next few years.

just don't order steak.

My cousin lived in India for 2 years. He said you automatically get explosive diarrhea no matter what you do in India.

Have you bathed in the Yamuna river yet, OP?

Delhi Belly is an undignified way to go.

Order butter chicken next time.

I misread the thread title as: Hold me DL! I just murdered Indian Room Service…

OP - Is there non Indian room service in Delhi?

Order a bowl of plain yogurt to go with it.

Good choice on the Coke, OP.

Maybe you should have ordered something vegetarian

“I don’t like mutton, do you have beef?….oh I’m so sorry!”

What should American's with delicate digestions eat when in Dehli or India, generally speaking?

Nothing, R18 - you should head for the airport and get on the first flight home where everything is familiar.

Don't have ice in the coke, which will certainly be from contaminated water. You'll still get explosive, but maybe not quite as bad.

OP is probably very busy spray-painting in the bathroom.

I am curious did they use Resolve or Glamorene to clean that up ?

A friend who travels to India frequently always sticks to vegetarian food when over there. No drama.

Buck never would have ordered Indian room service.

OP is posting from her mother's basement (cellar, really, but there's a shag rug on the dirt floor) in Wilkes-Barre.

Op here. Tried posting the other day but was denied. Update to follow:

Op why bother with all the fuss? Just cut to the chase and drink a glass of diarrhea.

R25 is a very elaborate “this never happened” troll

Here's what I wrote Tuesday, after returning home:

The mutton curry was wonderful! It was mutton chops, tender and slow-cooked in a very flavorful, spicy-but-not-too-spicy curry with fresh spices. I thought I made a mistake not ordering the garlic naan buttered, but was happy to use it to scoop up plentiful amounts of the curry sauce.

This was my second business trip to Delhi, and I have evaded Delhi belly both times. The hotel I stay at is a large, high-end chain that is very good at catering to foreigners. This trip I ventured out to also eat at a restaurant plaza area in the same compound as my hotel.

The tips I've followed to survive include the following: 1) No fresh veg. 2) Hold a mouthful of bottled water in my mouth while showering. 3) Only use ice in alcoholic drinks... the stronger the pour the better! Ok, I may have made that last one up.

I'm looking forward to my next trip there, despite the length an ardor of the flight. I'm hoping with each successive visit I'll be able to stretch my comfort bubble and see more of the city.

OP, they poop anywhere......

[quote]Sunday Mutton Curry

I was under the impression that they ate lamb / goat in India, not mutton.

How were the rent boys?

R8 I had a friend in college who studied abroad in India. She said she did not defecate for a month while there, and then when it came out it was an incredibly long string. She is probably the only one ever.

It’s mutton. You won’t be able to taste anything but that old sheep.

[quote] I was under the impression that they ate lamb / goat in India, not mutton.

I initially learned this while in New Zealand. We went to the butcher in the small Marlborough town we were staying in and asked for lamb.

“We ship all our lamb to you Yanks!” the butcher snarled at us. He then directed us to hoggett, explaining that it was lamb less than 3 years old. Mutton was older than hoggett.

Obviously each age of meat requires different cooking techniques, and the hotel I was at nailed it with the slow cooking.

Also, I have tried goat twice in different Indian restaurants. Each time tiny bones have slipped through and I accidentally bit into them. Not pleasant, and I’m pretty much turned off goat forever.