A fun Monday night on a long weekend.
Shashi, the manager, at the front desk.
Rajasthani kings and nobility adorn the walls of Sigdi Restaurant.
A less busy kitchen as the clock edges closer to 9 pm, about an hour from closing time.
The restaurant is usually filled with regulars from the surrounding Devonport area. It’s only late at night that the pressure eases off.
Andy Erickson, who owned and ran the restaurant for 17 years. It was the first restaurant I visited in New Zealand, thanks to my late friend, Chris Parkinson.
We were regulars at Sigdi every Tuesday night for 18 years on the trot. Same table, usually same dishes. Except when we’d have a birthday or some sort of celebration. Then we’d need a much bigger table.
The pizza shop next door to Sigdi. A different audience.