BY RAJAT S BONGALE
It was a planned family get together and the venue was
decided well in advance. With hesitance, I headed to Gopalan Mall on
Bannerghatta Road to go into the Deja Vu resto bar. I had never heard of
the place before and hence, the hesitance.
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As I walked into the restaurant, I seemed to be lost. There
was nobody who was there to help me out. I didn't know where my family
was seated. It took me a while to spot my folks and when I did, I
joined them with an empty plate that was handed over to me by one of the
waitresses.
I consulted my family members whose plates were full already.
They were stuck with the starters and all they said to me was, ''don't
try anything veg. It really isn't worth it.'' Heading to the counter, I
spotted some chicken dishes. Ironically, there were no tags to tell me
what I was about to serve myself. However, I still went ahead,
trusting my senses of sight and smell.
Two chicken starters down, and there was nothing that pleased
me enough. I was done trying the starters and headed to the main course.
As ridiculous as it might sound, I spotted soup when I went to serve
the main course. I thought to myself, ''how bad can they get with a
soup? There's really no harm in trying.'' As I served some Chicken
Biriyani, which again, had no identification tag, I took a bowl of
soup as well.
The soup was edible and I was glad. The first bite of
Biriyani and I was sad. It was Biriyani that I was eating but it was disappointing for me to leave it all behind on my plate unfinished. The soup was the only thing I
filled my stomach with that afternoon.
DO I SOUND DISAPPOINTED? I HOPE I DO!
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