On Sunday night I had dinner at an Indian restaurant across the street from the hotel. The lamb kebabs and chicken tikka masala were good, but nothing spectacular enough to warrant a post. However, dessert was a confection named "Funky Pie." It was neither funky nor pie: vanilla ice cream topped with toffee and hazelnuts, served in a graham cracker crust. But I had to order it based on the name, and it was delicious. The whole time I was eating it, I thought the restaurant should have had George Clinton and Bootsy Collins playing "One Nation Under a Groove" in the background.