Located in an alley storefront in the looming shadow of the Hall of Justice, Yellow Pa Taut feeds a loyal customer base of lawyers, cops, and robbers. There are few atmospheric flourishes. Servers only occasionally look up from a flickering computer screen behind the counter, and house music thumps on the robust stereo system. Still, Yellow Pa Taut's tar-black goat curry, garlic noodles, flaky paratha bread, and tea-leaf salad with an ingredient list longer than a piece of health-care legislation — not to mention the shrimpy bill — ensure no one sweats the small stuff, just the curry.