Since then, I've had that dish in many forms in many different restaurants, and found mixes and sauces and the like from Indian grocery shops, and while it's usually been good, it's never been as OH MY GOD AWESOME as that first taste of Masala in whatever restaurant in Cincinatti that was.
But tonight, my friends, all of that has changed. For tonight, there was no store-bought sauce. Nor was there a restaurant. Nor, even, a recipe. Tonight, my friends, I have reverse engineered paneer tikka masala, and god damn, it is good.