I'd never had a curry before I came to Scotland for the first time... my then-boyfriend & everyone he insisted on telling could NOT believe it!
I remember it well... it was in November 1985, at the Modern Punjabi, Ibrox.
I walked through the door, and the smell made me gag. It was an overpowering odour of a hundred smells my sheltered Californian nose had never smelled before. I sat there, terrified that I was going to boak and embarrass myself in front of my new boyfriend. I had no idea what to order, so he ordered for me... chicken tikka masala.
Then the food came, and I ate, and my palate was changed forever!
Now I appear regularly in my friend's curry blog and i'm picky enough to prefer the Pakistani and Afghani curries to the Indian ones.