★ curry.rodeo ★
Eight curries, from training pony to memory-eraser. Climb the ladder rung by rung — the arena provides no refunds and no sympathy.
⚠ Yogurt on standby is not cowardice. It's cornering.Every rung is a real curry. Every rating is earned.
Cream, almonds, gentle spice. A curry that tucks you in. Everyone starts here; no one admits it.
Tomato, butter, charm. The gateway curry responsible for more curry-house loyalty than any dish alive.
Charred chicken in spiced tomato cream. Warm enough to notice, mild enough to gloat about.
Kashmiri chiles bring color first, heat second. Deep, red, aromatic — the ladder's last polite rung.
Fresh green chiles, flash-fried and unapologetic. The first rung where you check the water glass distance.
Proper heat with tamarind tang. Conversation at the table gets noticeably shorter and more sincere.
Goan vinegar and fire in a double act. Pride enters the arena here; pride rarely leaves upright.
The hottest curry in general circulation — some famous curry houses make you sign a waiver for the ceremony of it. Finishers remember nothing and talk about it forever.
The rodeo is one ring in a spice-stained empire.