My first experience of the Horn was a birthday party. A surprising choice for a rabble of people, all intent on merriment. Somehow, though, it suited the place. Our entrees and curries came carried out on giant platters and we feasted, hands darting from pancake to curry with sips of palate-refreshing beer washing it down. The garden area resounded with squawks of conversation and laughter.
My second experience was different, an intimate dinner. It didn't have the heat and incense of that first night at the Horn. My companion and I hunched over the pancakes and whispered sweet, curry-scented nothings in each other's ears. This too, suited the place – inside, tables are perched in interesting places that allow privacy if you want it.
Over all, the Horn feels like the expansive dining room of someone you know. The food is lavish, spicy, with those personal touches that says whoever runs the kitchen also serves up the food. The pancakes have a hint of sourness that complements the sweet roundness of the curries. It feels like you're experiencing someone's family dinner. Even better, it's tasty.