I was once in a supermarket owned by an indian chap, and he was eating something from a foil container. It smelled fantastic.
I asked him what it was, he said "go into the take-away curry place further along the street, and ask them for a Lucky Curry".
"What's Lucky about it?"
"Lucky is my nickname - it's a recipe they do for me which is quite like the food we have at home".
So I went into the take-away place, got chatting to the owner, and he made me a "lucky curry". Can't quite remember what it was, but it wasn't on the menu. Was nicely spicy, and tasted great. I was a regular in that take away place for a while.
One night I was in there, and a couple off guys came in:
"Do you do Phall curry?"
"I can do you one if you want - are you sure? It's very hot"
The bravado kicked in: "Yeah - we're going for a quick pint, will be back for it in 15 minutes".
Watched the guy making it - could hardly breathe in the shop, so much chilli.
The two guys came back, picked up their food and left.
As they left the shop, the owner said to me, in a perfect west-of-scotland-asian accent, "Daft Ba*****ds, must be f****ng mad to eat that s**te - I wouldn't touch it"