There are several Indian restaurants in Hexham’s Priestpopple. I’m using Indian in the loosest sense, of course, because 80% of British curry houses are actually Bangladeshi.
We should be extremely grateful to the nation of Bangladesh for giving us our national curry craving. Except that, of course, to describe any dish as ‘curry’ is pretty meaningless: the word on its own gives no indication of a dish’s origin, taste or recipe. We use it as a generic word for a thousand different sauces.
One of the problems of having so many curry houses in every town in the land is that everyone is a curry expert. People get hung up on their favourite local vindaloo or korma, and judge everyone else's against it. Which is crazy.