Visiting restaurants is all about food. When one has no options from home (i.e. mom is angry, wife is angry, you yourself are too bored, you just love this food joint, etc. etc.), one has to resort to visiting restaurants for their meals. Restaurants are invariable known for some of their special dishes and are invariably named and specialized accordingly. One should therefore stick to what is known and tested, atleast by others, to avoid any disappointment. All that I emphasized on till now is BULL SHIT!
Atleast my friend has to agree to this. We visited this Chinese restaurant the other day to relish one of the worst lunch we had in a long time. I relished it because I could see the frustration on my partner’s face (she had done the sin of ordering all the RIGHT stuff) and she relished it for one of her all time favorite reason, she could blame the waiters and the cook. Trust me, if the food would have been good still you could not beat her satisfaction in giving cold stares to poor waiters out there.
As I said, and I repeat as it is important, we had gone to a Chinese restaurant. By my dear friend, btw in whose company I never got a chance to order, asked me to order this time. Feeling privileged, I scanned the menu with a huge smile on my face. But as the constraints started flowing, I felt I was rather given a curse to choose exactly what was there on her mind. How the hell am I supposed to know what’s on her mind? Anyways, putting it as my mistake that I could not finally decide on any item (rather I blame myself for not able to read her mind), she took over for her regular proceedings. And btw, no weird asses around yet. This joint was on for very poor ratings from my friend.
Scanning the menu, she decided on ordering Chicken masala. Beep.. Beep.. I repeat.. Chinese restaurant! Ok, as long as I was getting to eat chicken, I could not question that. But masala when they had around 100 items before that, that to from what they specialize in! don’t blame me. I was here with a girl who had done the ordering part. Could I change it? If I could that against a girl, this world would surely have been more happy their wives and girlfriends. That was not a hyperbole.
As they waiter served us with the masala, we realized that the gravy had only one piece of chicken to be shared by two! The waiter’s hair stood to it’s ends as he received his first cold stare for the afternoon. And obviously any question about tips would come under heavy firing now. As we finished the dish, we realized that we had order something more. I suggested some Chinese starter. Oh my I was so wrong to do that in a Chinese restaurant! As my suggestions never reached her LEFT ear, she decided to go ahead with Chicken Biryani. Why the hell were we in a Chinese restaurant?
Struggling through the chicken biryani which was at its pathetic best, we tried to find any positive in the restaurant. But then Chinese restaurant had to be tested on their non special things. Else they would be like any other ok-ish restaurant. Hssss! Don’t question this. Its her formula. Full marks to her though for such a keen reading of the menu to find out two of their worst dishes. And btw ultimately I was blamed for bringing her to this place at first place. God, when will all the guys learn their mistakes?
Conclusions:
1. The restaurant was bad.
2. No tips. But I had to keep it because of the way waiters handled her cold stares.
3. My college is not cool. Unluckily, this restaurant is near my college.
4. Ordering Kheema Pav (one of my favorites) was still a wrong decision.
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