When home was in the East Village we would regularly go for Indian food a half block around the corner at Panna II. I hadn't been there in some time and it was fun to go back for a visit. The restaurant is about the size and width of a subway car but feels much, much, smaller. It's entirely smothered and covered with glitter, sparkle, mirrored balls and a dense canopy of lights shaped like Chile Peppers. Walking in is like entering some festive and demented Third World Alice in Wonderland amusement park ride. If the amusement park was in Bengal and served Lassis and Vindaloo. 
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Haha, Evan. I love this little place, though I practically convulse from stimulation overload when I'm inside. Thanks for jogging the memories :)
Tika, tika!
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