Its fitting that I revive my blog on the last Sunday I will spend in the city I love so much. So much for nostalgia, let's get down to business...
I don't shave very often; very intelligent on my part if you sit down and analyse it, cheap and less pain. But then the other day, I decided to put the beard to the blade. I went to put some after-shave and my bottle of Denim had long gone evaporated.
So I decided to borrow some of Dad's Old Spice. So I jerk some of it into my hand and then not finding the same agility as my dad's in me, I do a little jig to prevent it from falling out. Seeing that its not working, I decide to put on what's remaining on my face.
Somewhere down the line, my Mallu instinct intercepted my neuronic commands and changed the instructions.
So I end up putting it on my head.... and start rubbing it in my hair vigorously.
Uh-oh, says my Mallu instinct interceptor box(MIIB).
You can say that again, says my brain. You started the problem, so you solve it.
My MIIB slinks away quietly and cranks out a solution.
Next thing, my brain sees on its sensors, is the same hand trying to salvage the after-shave lotion from what did not get rubbed into my scalp.... and applying it to my face.
Oh well..., says my brain.
Our college had so many sentimental idiots; I didn't know. Its hard to make out through the tears.
The Big Chill Cafe is an excellent place. Its decent enough for a family affair, cosy enough for a date, lively enough for a get-together and tasty enough for the afficionados. They serve exclusively pastas, lasagnes, icecreams and pastries. And the wonderful thing about them is you can't complain about the lack of variety.
Its apparently run by a Bengali woman and the people on the floor and in the kitchen, are mainly twenty-somethings from the North-East. The only grouse I can think of is that they do not serve alcohol, but that does not seem to deter the crowds. They don't make reservations in advance; you can end up waiting upto half-an-hour for a table to get free.
I don't know how authentic the Italian food is, though my father claims the lasagne bolognaise is not as smooth as it should be. But I can surely vouch for the fact that BC will not leave you disappointed. Try the ice-creams, they are made in-house and they are amazing.
To get to BC, go to Khan Market. There are two outlets, one near the MCD-run parking lot, in the same line as Sugar-and-Spice and one in the middle lane, behind McDonald's. There is another outlet, but I cannot recollect where exactly it is.
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