I'd been to a resturant on MG road today with a friend. Names don't matter here (either of the friend, or the resturant). This is one of the few places that did not offer an Indian main course. And that is when I realized how Indian I really am.
When I’m really hungry, I can’t eat non-Indian food. We ordered a lazania, and a veg sizzler. It tasted quite ok, but the fact that I had to use a fork and a knife was very irritating. Indian dishes are made with much more purpose. There’s spice, there’s vegetables, spice…. All I could see in my plate of lazania was cheese. Cooked vegetables in some kind of tomato semi-gravy were patted onto the plate below an inch of cheese. Maybe I’d have liked it if I weren’t so hungry.
As posh and sophisticated as it looks, eating with a fork and knife is nothing compared to smacking your lips and licking your fingers! And I couldn’t do that with this dish, mainly because it looked so dirty! I mean, cheese and loads of vegetables all mixed up is not something I’d love. I need more of a roti with a side dish. Maybe chicken too. And SPICE!!! God! How do Americans and others survive without spice!
2 comments:
they must think oh god these people eat a lot of spice
that being said i really don't care for Italian much myself except maybe their salads
how was the recent dinner in little italy then? did thou like it or did the girls bludgeon you into going there :P
ha ha....i like some italian dishes, but i don't like the cheese! it leaves a sticky feeling in your mouth afterwards!
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