Both Keema and Dhania-mirch Paranthas were shapely, overly ample and discretely delicious. With an induced uniqueness of crumbled laddu, Motichoor ki lassi tasted honourably buttery. Poise was proudly not as much at premium there as elsewhere. But, what swept me off my feet was Paan Lassi – truly a semiliquid expression of 'Paan' at its savoury best, ripe with an abiding mystique that I often miss in those chlorophyllic triangles typically popped after meals. Flavoured candies supplied with Bill lent a maudlin touch to my experience. Besides cookery, Surprising was what Rahul seemed to be good at. I just wish him more of that talent, and myself more paranthas at PWG.
I love good-food. And, I love writing about it too. Having never found taste in penning insipid narratives, I sought stories and trivia that had grown around ‘Eating’ - some instantly, some over a period and some across generations. Therefore, my page shares stories wherein food plays the protagonist. Good-food pleases and bad-food teaches. So I owe as much to good ones as bad. And, I always pay for what I flaunt.
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
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