Discussion in 'Dining - Nightlife - Entertainment' started by tuba-coma, Dec 13, 2018.
That’s a shame about the mango lassi as they are awesome.
Which resto are you talking about?
That's an essential part of the authentic Indian experience. On several long-time stays in India, I had many food adventures. Just for examples beedie (cigarette) butt, large flying insect, bits of goat bone (broke a tooth) and other debris in restaurant dishes. And a hired cook buying the cheapest adulterated cooking oil (and taking home with her, half). The only sustained relief was a Tibetan lady cooking for us in the mountains.
went to Roti Boss Sunday. Very small place with small kitchen. I had small chicken dish served with bread only for 150p, still hungry after. My friend had the Monster Lamb Curry with two breads, said it was the best lamb he has had in the Philippines but it cost 435p.
Next time you plan to cook at home let me know so that I can join! Sounds yummy!
I promise not to offer similar experiences that Jim787 suffered...and boy is he on the money. Budget travelling in India is like playing Russian roulette with 5 bullets. Ghandi’s revenge. For a non-violent peaceable Zen like dude travelling about his yard in those days risked duodenum, upper gastric tract, or lower colon hernia...amongst other Hindustani ingested IEDs. Never again. Through the eye of a needle at 50 paces: battles fought and lost...Pune 1992, Kolkata 1994, Lucknow 1999, Bangalore 2005.
Luckily your correspondent improved his status by and by and managed to emerge victorious. Since 2007 not even the smallest accident of nature, a follow through or a regretted trouser cough. It’s all in the hydration you see. Back n forth I go to this amazing country exploring its regional cuisines whilst lecherously demanding another visit to Kujuharo’s amazing fresco’s “for artistic purposes dear Asawa” until we have arrived at the following scene. Imagine:
It’s about 5-30, the sun is setting behind Negros. A Filipino lights the Tandoor 15m from the beach. A crackle of twigs, a small blaze, the pop of perfectly chilled Grande’s, some logs chucked on to heat the chimney and lo, 2 hours later out she swishes...Katrina Kaif to amuse us in her swimming costume cum sari thing accompanied by blokes with ridiculous turbans and moustaches beating drums. An ensemble of similarly attired beauties prance about as Kat shimmies on broken glass (it’s traditional natch).
Meanwhile Dong has bbq’d freshly caught n marinaded fish, there’s chicken, prawns, lamb and he’s slapped on naan pud. All served sans banana leaf with sambal, daal, raita, popadoms and veg curries. The kitchen witch strikes again...sigh.
Very welcome bud, anytime. Can’t promise Katrina Kaif though, and a slight exaggeration with the blokes in turbans. But welcome anytime. When in Siquijor look us up.