Haha, I can't even quote a favourite part! It's all so delightfully snarky.
Okay, maybe this part:
Well you’ll be fascinated to hear that it wasn't custard. It was a sour gel with a clear oil on top. It’s only redeeming feature was that it managed to be so alien to my palette that it took away the taste of the curry emanating from our miscellaneous central cuboid of beige matter. Also loved this bit:
When I attempted to make the drink in a big bowl it formed a cheese Richard, a cheese. That cheese looked a lot like your baaji-mustard. I'm not quite sure why, though.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy