General tendency of people when they happen to meet you after a long time is to besiege you with their kindness and this is what I hear often " Awww....My dear, you look emaciated!” My conscience says "What????" I mean, how can that possibly be true? Well may be in some cases, but in my case, I would personally say these words are unvarnished lies. Anyone on my brink, strike your backs and get back to your senses and completely evaporate your volatile moods....
When it comes to Indian food, spices rule the roost and this is what every Indian here in Melbourne can be pompous about, that no one apart from us can have a peaceful intake and a painless outflow. I usually confine myself from popping into the restaurants and if I happen to, then I order a glut of everything that could possibly eaten by me. Seems generous???? Nah, I am avaricious. Well, this is my evil side.
One staid afternoon, I felt a sudden craving for Indian food. I was tenacious and preferably wanted to go to the one’s in which I have never had before. This was when I had my reminiscences of the past. If you are wondering what it is, then the same goes, " Awww....My dear, you look emaciated!" which had further led to discussions about the restaurants in Melbourne and one came up with this option “The G......l’s Restaurant, Bourke Street”.
Whoops..... I had clouds all around my head envisioning the name board, ambience, street and the food. I took the tram heading towards the city but then I didn’t know what the restaurant’s door number was. I rang my friend immediately. Amidst the noisy side of mine and a tranquil side of his, he browsed over the net to get me the number, in spite of his assignments. Such a callous attitude of mine!!!!!!!! Of course yes, he is my friend after all. And yep, he gave me the number of the store but had a minor switch over to street’s name.
Huffing and puffing I ran to the restaurant just to see the interminable fleet of stairs. I sped past the stairs and Wow....It had an inviting ambience. My insatiable appetite drew me into the restaurant by itself. For a second I was taken aback, to find no one in my tone. But at the very sight of the food, all that was in my mind was hogging the food and quaffing a glass of water. This was the most expensive of all the restaurants I have ever been to. Yeah, I was excited then with Kofta, white rice and almond and date cake on my plate. For all my greediness, my conscience said you’ll die and I did.
Yuck!!!!!!!!!!!! It had no taste, no spice and no salt but for this salubrious meal and respect for food, I gulped it directly down to my stomach. And here it’s definitely a painful intake and peaceful outflow. I raised a stink against these restaurants after this incident. Hungry Jacks fries......any day better!!!!!!!!!!!
But nothing like a simple house food and that’s simply the best.
