INDIAN TAKEAWAYS

Yesterday my wife, daughter and I went to Odense, the main town some 30km away. We did the last of our Christmas shopping, had coffee in a cafe, gawped at the streetlights, and then bought an Indian takeaway on the way back home. All standard stuff for the week before the main event.

Well, except for the last bit. Indian restaurants are two a penny in the U.K., but rare here in Denmark. There are immigrant eateries, but they tend to be pizzerias, or kebab houses. Which is a pity, since one of the best building blocks for achieving greater tolerance of immigration in general, in my view, is an acceptance of - and hopefully a liking for - what immigrants eat.

The food we had was great. Tasty, cheap, and plentiful (I had the leftovers this evening, still delicious). Definitely somewhere I will go back to.

One of the best things about the place was the fact that although the cooking was all done by Indians, we were served by a young Danish girl. A nice bit of reverse integration.

Walter Blotscher