In the UAE you could often smell the aroma of different spices wafting through the mall food courts or from storefronts on the street. And no matter if the restaurant was Indian, British Indian, or Indian Fusion, the one dish that was consistently on all the menus was butter chicken or murgh makhani.
All I noticed in the movie was the unacceptable racist treatment the white characters showed toward the Asian character…he was constantly regarded as “weird” and “different,” foreign, and mostly un-American. Several memories I had repressed came shooting back, and I was instantly transported back to my youth as growing up brown, as an Indian-American, in the Bay Area.
When I first moved back to the Bay Area from the Arabian Gulf, the first places to visit on my list weren’t the Golden Gate Bridge or Lake Tahoe, but instead, Costco and Target! A place where I could get almost everything I needed for my family under one roof? With easy parking and a Starbucks inside? Yes, please! But truthfully, it wasn’t the plethora of wonderful things inside these stores that I had missed, but instead the amazing American customer service that we take for granted while living here, but miss like crazy when we live abroad.