I ate quite a bit of naan growing up in Malaysia, served with tandoori chicken at mamak (Malaysian Tamil Muslim) stalls.
Likewise, I ate lots of naan when I lived in Japan because I would disproportionately frequent Indian restaurants, one of the few places I could count on when I missed spicy food (which is ALL the time). They had this AMAZING garlic naan, which was the naan I never knew I needed.
The Mister is currently in Boston for work, leaving poor little ol’ me behind. It’s hard to fall asleep when there’s naan in the bed next to you where a big snoring man should be. You’d think I’d sleep better, but really it’s the inverse of that. Come home so I can take comfort in your loud, rhythmic breathing, Mister!