Good Morning.
Surfaced.
Getting to the point now.
Oi
NC! Whaddaya mean "
Hope you guys liked the food? Especially the veggies!"
The veggies were nice. So were the non-veggies. Even those who didn't eat anything... Why discriminate?
And as
Sam said, Lamba's wasn't lamba at all. In fact, it was damn butlaa. Which makes me think that maybe it was called Lambadas & the damn "da" fell off the signboard. I certainly had to bend over backwards & walk under a flaming rod to enter.
Members who wish to visit the mezzanine of this establishment please note:
BE SHORT. Tall-boy
Shrivz must have entered in installments. Also, they have a damn strict door policy there. Yes, a door policy. At a Sardar joint. The dude at the cash counter at the entrance took one look at Sam & me entering (
yes, we were the last consumers to enter) & yells, whilst waving his hands in the air "Jagah nahin hai! Jagah nahin hai! Kidhar aur jaao!" until I discreetely whispered
NC's name into the maitre d's ear, & said that we were here for the "meat". Post which, we were given an all access pass & led upstairs with the greatest of respect. Man! TBHP's got pull. I've had less hassles entering the 1900s at the Taj in chappals, shorts & a baniyan. Jeezus!
Good meat. Fun meat. Yes, meat. And no, I suddenly haven't turned into a pink Heineken can & mushroom lover, if you know what I mean. Although, there were also some rather alarming moments when someone (
can't remember who, sorry) mentioned that they often enjoyed going to the back lanes of Colaba for some dark sausage & black buns...
The alcohol & bottled water was 'varginal'. The prawns were nice. Really nice. Didn't feel the need to rush for evacuation immediately, which is saying a lot at a Sardar joint. In fact, the prawns & fish were so good, that all chances of exhaust gas comparision post consumption were decimated. Sorry mods, but there wasn't a single prrt from anyone.
Orchid means Orchid. Ecotel. Not pub. Ask any traveller & they'll tell you. Though, when half you bananas said that you wanted to go to Orchid, my alcohol befuddled brain thought that you meant to go back to my place. Had visions of you drunks lolling around my house at 0400 hrs with my family trying to sleep & wifey beating me over the head with a convenient 'belan'...
It was nice that
iraghava was there, expanding our vocabulary through the wonders of modern cellular communication. Although trying to understand the Dilli-wallahs fascination with putting pictures into peoples minds of maternal types dancing disrobed fails me... Also unnatural relationships & weird body parts...
@Shrivz: This para is now dedicated to our most hirsute non-sardar member. Dude. I'll send some Veet / Anne French over to your gaon. You got more hair than all of us (& I mean the waiters even), at both Lambadas & the Orchid. And I mean that in the nicest way. Go get your lawn mowed.
And wonder of wonders! The
Moderators present turned out to be human! No robotic incantations of "Terminate!" "Terminate!" in an Austrian-Hungarian accent, or even a needless desire to mercilessly kill / maim... Quite a pleasure & relief meeting you all!
And for the rest of you sloping forehead / floor-dragging arm / ape-type semi humanoids not mentioned, it was fun meeting you. Strangely, the meet turned out to be quite a success, inspite of the last minute qvetching & cancellations by confirmed members.
Manson: Darling, thanks to you, I almost got divorced this morning, & now have to spend a truckload of money getting my car cleaned. No, you didn't throw up in the car. But you forgot the damn leftover prawns you packed for the "poor" on the back seat of wifey's Alto. Trust me. My wife ain't poor. She's making me poor by getting her car cleaned, serviced, fumigated, waxed & rebuilt. She also doesn't like prawns anymore. Also, no more mods for me, so
Viper - hit him if you like.
In closing, gotta joke for you girls:
Once upon a time in a classroom in Punjab... The teacher asked the kids to write their fathers name in English. Santa wrote :"Beautiful Red Underwear". Teacher said: "Santa, have you gone mad?? What is this ? What is your father's name?" Santa: "Sunder Lal Chadda".
Sinking again.
Good Night.
PS: I vaguely remember posing for pictures... Oi!
NC! Teri bhens-di-paneer! Where are they, puttar!!!???