Known for its greenery Bangalore is also know for a huge number of Gluttons. And this server very true as you see an eatery at every block.
Being a true native me with my friend hunt the streets for some lip smacking mouthwatering south Indian snack. Bangalore is never short of people and to support the crowd its never short of its bistro's.
Very recently we walked into a 10X3 dosa corner. Not surprised by its jam packed doorway I managed to squeeze myself up to the cash counter. "Yeradu Masala Dose Kodi" saying so I stretched my hand with a 100 rupee note at my fingertips. Like a programmed machine the cashier swallowed the note into the cash draw and was kind enough to issue a token. With the slip I hopped to the 3rd Sq feet of the room and handed over the token to the not so happy counter boy. I then ask the boy,"Yestu hottu aagutte",? and all that I get is a stare. I step out with a hungry tummy, towards my friend, hoping that the stare didn't mean a long waiting time. We begin to converse with each other about how crowded the place is and how jobless the people are to be crazily waiting in the crowd just to eat a dosa??!! Ignoring that we are doing the same.
The wait goes on and I see only coupons going in with no dosa's walking out. The hungry builds up and with the starving eyes I manage to have glance of the other hoggish faces. As I look over I find not only the young but the older crowd who so eagerly want to enjoy the dosa with those artificially fitted ceramic teeth. Anyways why should the tongue be deprived of its chance due to the broken, rotten missing teeth. Then is a family of kids and countable elders. They had an excitement in them where they enjoyed the waiting time in playing with each other. For some it was a routine to wait so and for others it was a first time wait, hoping that their dosa would arrive at any moment.
We rest our asses on the side slab of the footpath declaring that this is not going to happen today and that we are not destined to eat a 10 cm radius-ed dosa. I begin to watch the counter boy hoping that his eyes are looking for me and then I get a sign from him. Like a tiger running for its prey I walk as swiftly as I can to grab those 2 plates, before they slip into others hands.
As we put the first bite into our food deprived mouth we close our eyes to feeeeel the crispy oily dosa. Within the blink of the traffic signal the dosa is vanished and we stand with empty plates and half-filled stomach.
I drop the plate orphaned at its bay and walk off to fill the remaining room in our paunch.
Being a true native me with my friend hunt the streets for some lip smacking mouthwatering south Indian snack. Bangalore is never short of people and to support the crowd its never short of its bistro's.
Very recently we walked into a 10X3 dosa corner. Not surprised by its jam packed doorway I managed to squeeze myself up to the cash counter. "Yeradu Masala Dose Kodi" saying so I stretched my hand with a 100 rupee note at my fingertips. Like a programmed machine the cashier swallowed the note into the cash draw and was kind enough to issue a token. With the slip I hopped to the 3rd Sq feet of the room and handed over the token to the not so happy counter boy. I then ask the boy,"Yestu hottu aagutte",? and all that I get is a stare. I step out with a hungry tummy, towards my friend, hoping that the stare didn't mean a long waiting time. We begin to converse with each other about how crowded the place is and how jobless the people are to be crazily waiting in the crowd just to eat a dosa??!! Ignoring that we are doing the same.
The wait goes on and I see only coupons going in with no dosa's walking out. The hungry builds up and with the starving eyes I manage to have glance of the other hoggish faces. As I look over I find not only the young but the older crowd who so eagerly want to enjoy the dosa with those artificially fitted ceramic teeth. Anyways why should the tongue be deprived of its chance due to the broken, rotten missing teeth. Then is a family of kids and countable elders. They had an excitement in them where they enjoyed the waiting time in playing with each other. For some it was a routine to wait so and for others it was a first time wait, hoping that their dosa would arrive at any moment.
We rest our asses on the side slab of the footpath declaring that this is not going to happen today and that we are not destined to eat a 10 cm radius-ed dosa. I begin to watch the counter boy hoping that his eyes are looking for me and then I get a sign from him. Like a tiger running for its prey I walk as swiftly as I can to grab those 2 plates, before they slip into others hands.
As we put the first bite into our food deprived mouth we close our eyes to feeeeel the crispy oily dosa. Within the blink of the traffic signal the dosa is vanished and we stand with empty plates and half-filled stomach.
I drop the plate orphaned at its bay and walk off to fill the remaining room in our paunch.
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