Our very own Ankur Bansal an avid Times food guide follower made the arrangements. I don’t know why the hell they published this food guide book and even if they had to, why did it had to reach people like Ankur Bansal.
Venue : Smoke House Grill
Time: 8:30 pm
A quite corner table, usually one of those most sought after, was booked for six people:
The host and hostess: ankit and deepali (They did their job well)
The event manager: Ankur bansal (The person responsible for spoiling our evening)
The three musketeers: Gaurav, Ruchika and me. (The people who were on a eating spree)
As was expected from Mr. Bansal, the place was great for a business chat. But our crowd stands nowhere near to the behavior expected from civilized business people. The starters were ordered for, Mushrooms and some funny pineapple dish and drinks. As soon as they arrived, the sight of it made the muskeeters laugh out aloud, clamorously, unaware if people were watching, and decided that this place had to be abandoned.
The quantity in each dish was for some civilized, calorie conscious VLCC promoter, the taste fit for only such palettes, hence definitely not for us. Neither we could have developed the taste for such delicacies, which none of us could make out belong to which part of the world. Except for one person, ankur, trying to convince that this was Italian. If Italian had to be this way I swear an Indian restaurant in Italy would be a blockbuster hit.
We had to thrive more on complimentary “bread ki bori” rather than the dishes, we were even besharam to ask for one more “bread ka bora”, once we knew the secret..complimentary hai.
Now the most stupid question came up, definitely as expected from the manager, ankur. Would u like to order your meals, or should we go elsewhere? How the hell could he ask that? Neither we could eat, nor bird watching was possible. To be precise toot ke nahin kha sakte, aur table bhi aise kone main ki saari sundar ladkiyan jara bhi dikh na jaayen, aadmi ki na khaane ki bhookh mite na sundarta niharne ki?
Finally, all three musketeers decided for sada pind balluchi, now here we got a table besides 5 beautiful very beautiful choriyan. This is what you call destiny, “pandavon ko bhi apne beech main ek hi mili, aur yahan hamein paanch paanch”. Khana daba ke pela, from the very own tikka’s to the typical Indian cuisine, to the sweet-dishes saadi matka kulfi and kheer. Mazaa aa gaya, tab laga party di hai bhai ne, sundar se ambience main. “ Bole toh dil khol ke chabaya, aur gappe haanki”
Like all good stories, this too has a moral to take home:
“khana woh ho jo bhar ke kha sako, jagah woh ho jahan charoun paase sundarta ka majma laga ho, baat aise ho jise khul ke keh sako sabke saamne, aur pehnawa apni pasand ka kaisa bhi, koi bhi jaisa dil kare.”
Aur yeh sirf yaaron ke saath hi ho sakta hai…isliye: Apni dosti di kadar kar bande, aise mauke jaane phir kab milein!
