Hello, blog. I haven’t been good to you this year, I know.
2011 has been quite a ride. And far from half done. Iron Maiden. Pencil Jam. Singapore. Love. Old science fiction movies. Naked angels. Hampi. French lessons. Amorous gods. Wayanad. Tiger-slaying legends. A hundred story ideas and experiences, all swirling inside my head, crying to be put down on paper. And lazy me just slouches around, drinking beer and watching porn.
Some day, blog, I’ll tell you all about it.
We discovered a streetside joint, last night. A simple stall across the road from the uptown Cafe Mocha, this had more cars parked outside it than the Mocha did. So popular is this place, that customers are given tokens. We had to wait 45 minutes (well past 10, mind you) for our dinner.
What did they serve?
Crêpe, or something like it. And on top of the crêpe, the guy would plop slabs of butter, mash it with mushrooms, baby corn and paneer, among other things, then fold, slice and serve with mint chutney. Divine, I tell you. At 45 rupees, it is slightly more expensive than the average street fare, but totally worth a dinner for two.