So my mother-in-law (you know this isn't going to turn out well) has some recipe or other that she tells the wife we simply must try. One of the ingredients is supposedly "tandoori spice". Being moderately familiar with Indian food, we have both had Tandoori Chicken, and while not my favorite Indian dish, I have a pretty good understanding, by taste, as to what this refers. It's obviously that stuff that was used in the 1996 movie "Mars Attacks" to turn Americans into tasty treats. Whilst mother-in-law claimed to have found such spice at her Publix grocery in Atlanta, apparently the people at our Publix in Oviedo, FL are not familiar with the concept. Now I know there are Indian grocers in the area, but it wasn't all that important that I was going to drive 5-10 miles out of my way.
Anywayz, in my routine travels to the local hardware store, I stops in to the gourmet foodz place nearby to inquire as to mebbe they might have some of this, seeing as they specialize in spices not found at the local Publix. (Heavy sigh). In the process of the cursory look around, the butcher guy asks if he can help me. I tell him what I'm looking for and I get what sounds like a rehearsed routine on where all of the spices are (I already looked there) and that if I can't find what I'm looking for, to ask one of the "girls behind the counter". As I have already looked where "helpful boy" suggested, I now must ask. Engineers hate to ask. We only do it as a last possible resort. This is why....Of course "behind the counter" girl doesn't seem to have heard of tandoori, and me being an engineer, I've already looked everywhere anyway. But such is my fate that she asks that I wait while she goes to ask her manager. After about 60 seconds, manager-boy appears. I repeat my request. At this point manager-boy informs me that "tandoori" refers to the oven, a "tandoor" in which the chicken is cooked. At this point, this does sound familiar to me, as I am not a complete ignoramus, but I am also aware that every Indian restaurant I have been to, on three different continents, pretty much servers "Tandoori Chicken" prepared with the same or very similar spices. I tries to point this out to manager-boy, but he then tells me that he has had "Tandoori Chicken" prepared in many different ways. I says, yes, technically that may be true, but in my experience there might, maybe, sorta, could be a specific spice that is most commonly used to prepare such. Again, as if I am an idiot and couldn't possibly be related to "the customer who is always right", I get the etymology of "Tandoori Chicken". OK, OK, just let me out of this conversation, but noooo, I gotta hear more about how I don't understand what the words "Tandoori Chicken" mean. When I get home, wife looks it up on the intertubes and finds this:
Now my question is, do I smack my wife, my mother-in-law, or manager-boy? And in what kind of a recession does one continue to get such crappy customer service?