Sep 13, 2003 03:25 PM
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(Updated Sep 17, 2003 03:37 PM)
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Ever wondered how catastrophes of small proportions that struck you in your life, all you do is make a frantic effort to overcome them but all that goes in vain as the images haunt you again & again!
Mates I am not talking anything like a natural or a personal calamity so there’s no reason to be serious & to read all these lines as seriously as you are reading it. I am talking about a feeble Squared wall of a so called restaurant named as “Little Italy” down in Indore.
My cousin is Great as a person; he has been with me during my tough times, to mention a few:
1)He was there to support my initiative for extracting logic from Mithun Da’s movies.
2)He shared the TORCHure with me when we enlightened our minds watching movies with ample doses of pure & divine NONSENSE love stories.
So my man for the Job was once again with me when we actually dared to step into this restaurant.
some BIG things about LITTLE Italy
1)It is located in Indore (M.P.) at South Tukoganj
2)Stuffed into a basement of a commercial complex where offices of companies like Amway & many others are being operated.
3)It has nothing to boast of ambience being surrounded by age old garages, paan walas & a hoard of Rickshaws (Auto Stand) waiting to race & rage on mercy of there passengers.
4)As I told you, it’s a Squared wall plussed with a 10 tables, 29 inch TV & engrossed in the TV staff, that would care for you only if you make some noises that hey guys we are here & a Captain/Manager (seemed to me that way) who is always hobnobbing on phone trying to please both Gharwali & Baharwali by ensuring them there gifts by the time he gets home.
5)Umm… Cleanliness is all right, that’s coz no one hardly pokes themselves in this restaurant.
So the catastrophe begins :
Me & my cousin decided to munch something li’l instead of a full fledged lunch,
So we were just wandering on my Karizzzzma <<read my REVU on that >> to find a place where we can just do the same. “Little Italy” it read on a green board helplessly hung on a Tree serving as a natural ambience for not so happening place.
OK so we decided to give it a try. We stopped & were deafened to poggle our eyeballs in our eyelids & take our busy SMSing fingers into our ears. Phhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr .A watchman came whistling his way to make us park our vehicle into an already messed up parking lot. I told “Haan Bhai kar rahan hun park?” wonder why he was so audacious about & replied me “Sab aur bhi gaadia ati hai! Jaldi lagao apni Gadi?. (I Still wondering) ,finally I got my answer his faded but a must wear Uniform read “BALAJI Securities” adding nothing but more to my woes as for a moment I went to think something else on Balaji.
So we stepped down to get into this place, as we were doing so My cousin just murmured hey Pras “Watch”, “Watch What?” – I asked. No he said “nothing yaar move on.”. I was quizzed ki what he meant by that? To know it well simple READ ON….
We got in….
All the TV drenched Staff suddenly acted as if they were in a state of emergency & acted in a hasty manner. One went onto clean all the tables in a Flash, the other systemized the Tissues, Glasses & all. Little Italy was a haunted place & we were there amazing out of the ordinary catch. In a way in my mind I felt nice ki yeah I am really getting attended to.
We Sat & Started…
To say the least we were heavily outnumbered by the staff. Any ways a nice ok looking no nonsense chap came to us. “Sir kya lenge?”. We had already planned to eat something not so heavy, my cousin asked for the Menu Card. Oh this is where all it began. A Haunted like place & such a frightening Price list. Anyways we wished for Chicken Burger & 2 Soft drinks.
Time to Wait..
By the time order got materialized in the oven, we started chatting. I told you catastrophes struck in small proportion. TV was showing the Raunchy ‘Kaanta Laga”. To our displeasure they added few more decibels to that. My cousin yelled “Yaar volume dhime kar” Good for them as they listened. The Captain was still cooing on the phone but he started 3 timing now, as 2 were on the phone & 3rd was on TV.
IT Came Alas!
Burgers accompanied with 2 soft drinks, we started munching! My cousin the connoisseur he is about Non-Veg. Delicacies. Stated immediately “Yaar Chicken purana hai”. It was time! So I had to rush , I told “Khaale yaar aur chal Jaldi”. Somehow he stuffed in to his discomfort & time constraint. So Food was stuff it up & don’t dare to relish it.
Bill Time & Goodbye
We asked for the Bill, Gross total – Rs. 205. Whaaaaatttttt!
Yeah Rs.75/- for each burger and a Rs.20 for a 300 ml carbonated pesticide drink & a 8% Service (Was there any ?) Tax. We paid we came out to one of the most pathetic 1 hr of our life.
Climax!
Remember my TITLE! Yeah as we were stepping up , this time my brother yelled at the top of his voice “Watch it” , I once again “Watch what” &
Ddddhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm , My head got banged by the Ceiling over the stairs & I was feeling as If my cousin is a character from Ekta’s Serials laughing at my woes. He said “I told you na!”
“WATCH YOUR HEAD”
Bye
Pras
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