Today I had my first symptom of gastrointestinal distress since coming to India. It cleared up pretty quickly, and it wasn't hard to figure out what disagreed with me: I'm pretty sure it was the lamb kebab that I ordered from a restaurant at "Bombay's number one brothel." (Needless to say, I didn't know that it was a brothel until my friend's friend--who had brought me there for a late-night snack--pointed this out, and I didn't get beyond the restaurant.) As a longtime New Yorker, I've eaten in some pretty sketchy places, but this one probably takes the prize.