Eating out in Bangalore

The last few weeks have been a blur of socializing, madly mugging Spanish verbs, and zipping about the city on strange errands for parents and grandparents. All resulting in me having, and not really minding, eating out a lot. A lot.

I'm a little tubbier than I was last week, but once I go back to Delhi I won't be able to do this, not much anyway. Food of the kind that costs 200 rupees here costs about three times as much there. And is usually not better.

Some Delhi foods though I really miss. Like crispy chilli potatoes, especially of the form found in north campus. At every place that offers this in Bangalore I have ordered it, sometimes to the despair of companions, who have tired of eating potatoes at nearly every meal. Today, at a restaurant called Rendezvous in Koramangala we were served french fries with masses of chopped and fried green chillies. Nice, but not the real thing.

In the same way I long for the gobhi manchurian that places like Sukh Sagar, Megh Sagar and the others in Bangalore do, so oilily (not a word? but fun to type) and so yummily. Gobhi manchurian in Delhi is a disappointing affair. Gloopy and wrong.

My hunt for the perfect lasagne in Bangalore continues too. As I leave in less than a week I doubt I'll get any closer on this visit.

Oh well.

P.S- Rendezvous is the reincarnated version of Friends, that used to lurk in a lane parallel to the one on which the Koramangala Corner House in on. It has acceptable beef steaks (not to be found everywhere), and an extensive menu. I tried a strange drink called Pussy Foot- coke and pineapple juice (not to be repeated). I would have liked to have liked the place more. It's got a pleasant airy feel to it, with rubber wood furniture, and an attentive but not-too-enthu waiter. Didn't like the sauce in my pasta bake much though. And the garlic on the bread was a particularly tenacious sort. Despite having brushed twice, since returning home, the ghost of garlic breads past still haunts me.