Biriyani Night

We crossed continents

as rapidly as we crossed town,

from Beckside to fashionable bistro

what has lastly been Lyonnais

now smacked of Persia and Mughal Lords

a little celebration of flavours with friends

a feast, all washed down 

with a pretty pink Provençal tipple,

Eddie and Helen float, almost ethereal,

in this Maison de cuisine,

France crossed with Indian spicing, 

and a dose of Yorkshire greeting,

we giggle on with food and story telling

combined with a cheeky book signing,

until, as digestives started appearing

we lost the lights from the ceiling,

someone had the feeling, 

maintenance was scheduled that evening

we read the letter in the dark,

and roared our approval whilst leaving, 

just another excuse for returning,

not that we ever need one,

as if with déjà vu, 

we say thank you again.