Showing posts with label Bandra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bandra. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

How to tell if your auto driver is smashed.

Tuesday, 17th August, 2010. .

On today's rainy pathetic evening, I hop off a ride in the middle of where no auto man cares for me. After being ignored for 20 minutes by everyone except the rain, I gratefully get into an auto that nearly runs me over. I should have recognised that first sign.

So begin my adventures with the Auto Man:
  • He tells you he doesn't know where to go, from go. (I ignore this because many auto men have a similar life issue.)
  • He asks you for directions by doing a 180 degree turn towards you.
  • He asks you these directions every 0.5 minutes. 
  • Every time he asks you, you smell something and it's not just bad breath.
  • When he asks, he assures you it's because "hum to Bandra waale hain, in galiyon mein nahin ghoom te". He repeats this more than 4 times. Twice continuously.
  • You can't go a distance of 20 metres without squealing 'bhaiyaaa dheere, aaram se". His lack of focus gets these outbursts more and more desperate, "Bhaiya main abhi jawan hoon, mujhe jeena hain."
  • After an impossible battle of getting him to the highway in the blinding rain, he tells you, "Gaadi main chala rahan hoon. CHUP".
  • He likes revving up. Except, it caters to only sound energy and generates none of the kinetic type.
  • He asks you to hold on to the left rain curtain and not let go.
  • He asks if he should turn right while ON the flyover.
  • While on "his territory" of the Bandra flyover, he's still asking you for directions, again ON the flyover.
  • He asks you to hold on the left rain curtain and screams "batwa* ko mat jaane dena". (?!?!)
  • People talking on the road is a fascination for him. You can tell because he slows down on seeing them, revs up to flash his involvement and then stares.
  • People not in a conversation, could be damned for all he cares. He flutters his eyelids in a bid to ignore them and drives into them.
  • He enjoys a passion for drags. His speciality is buses and a certain cycle delivery man from Santosh Lunch Home. His strength is coordinating with both at once.
  • The cycle delivery man from Santosh Lunch Home turns out to be more than a drag buddy. Auto Man lets him go faster, revs up next to him and then lets him go faster while he stares. This fun game lasts 15 minutes. As an added game point, the delivery man doesn't actually know about his involvement. .
  • He takes 20 seconds to figure his way over a road hump but speeds towards a divider till the last 1/20th second when you scream from behind.Calculate 20 whole seconds over a hump!
  • You tell him to keep going straight and he doesn't believe you. He stops at every right turn and asks if he should take it.
  • When there is no road divider, he rides where there could have been one. Vehicles from both sides almost crash into him, but he is above all that.
  • When you tell him to stop, umm he can't.
  • When you ask him to show the metre reading, he leaps out of the auto and holds on to the left rain curtain. For his life, I think.
  • At this point your nose and his breath become one. Yea, he's drunk.
  • He counts out the change while doing a little math dance with his index and holding onto the curtain.
  • He comes out of the auto AGAIN, to ask if the change is okay.
At this point you leave. 

In an ideal situation, if you see even 5 of these signs - get off your auto and run. Unless like me, you don't have a choice because you never bought a new umbrella since your previous was stolen and he's your only light to the dry side.

*wallet

Monday, August 2, 2010

Eating out 2. Lemon Grass, Pali Naka, Bandra



Sunday, August 1st, 2010

Ideally, I shouldn’t express this at the beginning of a review BUT I can’t hold it in. Lemon Grass is perfect.









 
An overwhelming star gaze greets me at  8 pm and a cute waiter with a ponytail (seen vaguely), gets a wooden menu. Surprise, surprise! The prices are super enough to splurge on two starters.

After a wet 10 minutes under a drippy ac, we change to a drier spot at the rear end. Just in time for the Bangkok crispy chicken stack's (Rs. 125/-) arrival in oodles of thai-ish sauce. No stack, but plentiful for two and laden with the goodness of garlic, soya and bell peppers. Ooh sweet memories. The chicken is crispy and soft inside. I scrape at the banana leaf to get to any and ALL of that gorgeous sauce.

I'm half done admiring this, when the Chicken stuffed Mushroom teriyaki glaze satay ( Rs. 140/-) makes a petite entrance. Mushrooms stuffed with minced chicken as promised, with a distinct flavour. 2 on each stick. 4 sticks. Plenty, again.

I love the crockery. Clean cut and wide, I want to steal it. Squared, wide-bottomed glasses that are a joy to drink in. Matching squared cutlery in dull steel. A white spread of plates to roll your food around and never run out of space. 

This display of good taste continues when the main course arrives in two large round blue bowls. The plump head waiter had suggested a Lemon Grass classic stir fry prawns in chilli garlic coriander sauce (Rs 325/-)

Dollops of fresh vegetables and mid-sized prawns in thick gravy, over steamed rice. So comforting to eat in that big blue not-fancy bowl. A vegetable in every bite, a prawn in every 6 bites. Yellow bell peppers, baby corn, strange cucumber and leafy vegetables that are too oriental to identify. Would have been better a bit whet, nonetheless delicious and wholesome.

The best thing potpourri a.k.a Lemon Grass has done is got rid of the ugly confectionery rack. It opens up room for 3 more family tables. So, currently there are approximately 8 large tables and 5 tables for two. Plenty of space, I say.  

The bill makes a curvy appearance in a Buddhist brass singing bowl. The only thing overpriced in comparison to the food are the beverages, with bottled water at Rs. 40/- and an iced tea at 80/-. An obsession with twisty stars, the open air, green buddhas and dim lights, gives Lemon Grass a dreamy quality. That along with the wooden tables, smiley + prompt service and delicous south-pan-asian food makes for a great budget Sunday dinner. I cannot wait to try the dimsums next time. Also, if you miss the potpourri deserts (I don't) they will be available again after Independence day.

Rating ★★★ 1/2