Venue: Little Italy, Bangalore
Time: 12.30 pm – 2.30 pm
Date: Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Occasion: Colleague’s last day at work
Menu: Unpronounceable watery soup with bits of mushroom floating around, unpronounceable pasta thingy, unpronounceable watery mashed potatoes, unpronounceable Italian version of cheese pakodas, Long Island Iced Tea
Post Lunch: I burped pasta breath and felt somewhat woozy the whole day. My eating habits are primitive and my taste in food is instinctive – I eat anything edible and all that jazz about table manners and primness are concepts that I don’t comprehend.
The Little Italian In Me is called Nikko and he says, “Mangio, dunque sono!“