Mathru School for the Differently-Abled
Sunday night, 2/2/14
Well, Lilnda was supposed to arrive in Bangalore tonight from Singapore, and I was looking forward to hearing all about the Chinese New Year celebration in Singapore. Instead, she's recovering from emergency surgery, and having her own hassles with Expedia and Philippine Airlines.
I finished my Goldfinch stay with lunch at their Banjara Restaunt, and the food there was every bit as excellent as at their Sana-Di-ge and Kabab Studio restaurants. It was quite the crowd of us, Muktha, Srini, Akshatha, and three or four people I haven't met before. The restaurant was so noisy I was nonfunctional for communication.
Even though I was lousy at communicating I was excellent at consuming. The best new dish was a kind of spicy plate-sized cracker covered with chopped pimentos, onions and other good things in just a little spicy tangy sauce. The Indian version of an Italian bruschetta or maybe a Mexican tostada, eaten by breaking off bite-sized chunks of the cracker. It was so good I cleaned my plate before everyone else was even half-finished with theirs.
This will come as no surprise to my mother who is always hassling me about eating too fast, but I point out that all I could do efficiently in that raucously loud restaurant was eat, so in my mind I was behooved to do so. Efficiently.
The other best thing about lunch was the pineapple juice. Everyone had ice cream for dessert but I was full and declined. Muktha talked me into getting some fruit juice instead, and mostly to humor her I agreed and chose pineapple. What I got was far superior to anything resembling pineapple juice I've ever had before, even in Hawaii. The juice came from a perfectly ripe sweet-tangy pineapple, and they must have pureed some of the fruit with it because it was thick, creamy and foamy, with a spear of fresh pineapple sticking up about three inches from a pint-sized mug. What a treat.
I'm going to miss the food here.
In the meantime, it was a relief to get back to my Mathru home late this afternoon. It was another very long two-hour taxi ride from the hotel, first to drop Srini off at his house, then to drop Muktha off at the School for the Blind, and then finally across town to bring Akshatha and me back to the School for the Diffeently-Abled.
I'm still decompressing (if Linda were here she'd pour me something alcoholic and tell me to decompose). The lunch meal was wonderful but the restaurant atmosphere and entire experience were absolutely exhausting, and the two-hour "Demolition Derby Roller Coaster Chicken Ride" was neither restful nor restorative.
So I'm headed to bed to finish decomposing. Decompressing, I mean.
Sunday night, 2/2/14
Well, Lilnda was supposed to arrive in Bangalore tonight from Singapore, and I was looking forward to hearing all about the Chinese New Year celebration in Singapore. Instead, she's recovering from emergency surgery, and having her own hassles with Expedia and Philippine Airlines.
I finished my Goldfinch stay with lunch at their Banjara Restaunt, and the food there was every bit as excellent as at their Sana-Di-ge and Kabab Studio restaurants. It was quite the crowd of us, Muktha, Srini, Akshatha, and three or four people I haven't met before. The restaurant was so noisy I was nonfunctional for communication.
Even though I was lousy at communicating I was excellent at consuming. The best new dish was a kind of spicy plate-sized cracker covered with chopped pimentos, onions and other good things in just a little spicy tangy sauce. The Indian version of an Italian bruschetta or maybe a Mexican tostada, eaten by breaking off bite-sized chunks of the cracker. It was so good I cleaned my plate before everyone else was even half-finished with theirs.
This will come as no surprise to my mother who is always hassling me about eating too fast, but I point out that all I could do efficiently in that raucously loud restaurant was eat, so in my mind I was behooved to do so. Efficiently.
The other best thing about lunch was the pineapple juice. Everyone had ice cream for dessert but I was full and declined. Muktha talked me into getting some fruit juice instead, and mostly to humor her I agreed and chose pineapple. What I got was far superior to anything resembling pineapple juice I've ever had before, even in Hawaii. The juice came from a perfectly ripe sweet-tangy pineapple, and they must have pureed some of the fruit with it because it was thick, creamy and foamy, with a spear of fresh pineapple sticking up about three inches from a pint-sized mug. What a treat.
I'm going to miss the food here.
In the meantime, it was a relief to get back to my Mathru home late this afternoon. It was another very long two-hour taxi ride from the hotel, first to drop Srini off at his house, then to drop Muktha off at the School for the Blind, and then finally across town to bring Akshatha and me back to the School for the Diffeently-Abled.
I'm still decompressing (if Linda were here she'd pour me something alcoholic and tell me to decompose). The lunch meal was wonderful but the restaurant atmosphere and entire experience were absolutely exhausting, and the two-hour "Demolition Derby Roller Coaster Chicken Ride" was neither restful nor restorative.
So I'm headed to bed to finish decomposing. Decompressing, I mean.
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