The crew wanted one last meal and I wanted more meat, so we went to Masala (advertising vegetarian specialties).
It’s a bit of a no-frills joint, but the service is friendly and the place is clean enough. The hand soap in the men’s bathroom was a Dial foam soap refilled with regular hand soap, so it oozed out and squirted with little farting noises. That was fun to do.
With a name like Masala, I felt obligated to get the Chicken Tikka Masala. It was a little creamier and less spiced than I was hoping for, but they have a shaker of what seemed to be cayenne/paprika, so that helped quite a bit. The rice was good and everyone seemed to enjoy their respective entrees, mostly vegetarian choices.