Letters I never got around to posting. Part 1.
Dear Rajdhani,
Firstly, I must applaud you. You are the only restaurant where I may raise my hand in the air, point it in any general direction, make the universally accepted gesture for groping, and in turn be rewarded with Jalebis. Also, that yellow, golden green, slightly translucent, caramel like, thick, gooey, and weirdly sweet Dal you repeatedly dolloped onto my plate must go down not only as one of the best lentil based curry’s that I have greedily consumed but also as one that needed the most adjectives to accurately describe.
Furthermore, as I was ending my meal with a spoonful of curd rice, an unnoticed morsel of the aforementioned Jalebi crept into that spoonful; my entire digestive system wishes to thank you for that delightful surprise. For this, I give you five stars out of five. However, a sixth star is in order, for in your Shrikhand I have finally, finally discovered a fatty, blood vessel rupturing preparation that I don’t quite enjoy.
Slightly Overweight,
The Dude.
P.S : If the guy next to me, who claimed that the cute girl with the bandana was looking at him and not me (in case you were wondering, he was wrong), happened to get diarrhea from consuming too much Halwa, well that’s just karma.
She was. And Karma’s such a bitch.
Lies. She was 16 at the most. The only way she was looking at you was if she had daddy issues.
Aah Rajdhani … good place to just get a proper tummy ache from too much eating.
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