Saag paneer was my introduction to both saag and paneer.

Our local Indian restaurant is a gem.
Ages ago, Brewer indulged me routinely, letting me pick out all the delicious cheese bits, and eating only the greens that stuck to them because I loved them so. (the way to a malkin's heart must be through the paneer)

The server (also the proprietor of the restaurant) sometimes wore a nametag with about 375 characters on it. It is the law here that anyone serving alcohol wear a nametag. He always sported a half-smile and we joked that that half-smile might have been the downfall of the British Empire.

One night at the restaurant, a party at a nearby table ordered their food, and when asked what they'd like to drink, one diner (a 20 something guy) ordered milk. Without hesitation, the server asked "Would you like a nipple with that sir?" and we could almost not contain ourselves.