Where: Andhra Bhavan, Delhi
When: A couple of weeks back…
The Boy and I decided to be adventerous and headed to Andhra Bhavan for a nice Sunday Lunch. Have been there a few times but never before on a Sunday, when, we’re told awesome biryani is served!
So there we were, metres away from the entrance because there were just too many people! If you have lived in Bombay, think 8 baje waali Churchgate- Borivilli. You get the picture. Somehow the Boy struggled in and got us what were the tokens with our number on it.
What? We have to get a table by number?!? I mumbled.( strange how you don’t notice these systems when the place is relatively less crowded, on a weekday)
The going number then was 110 or so and ours was 238. Great. Just great.
But you have to give it to them, the numbers move swiftly and you are served almost as soon as you order! Anyways, so there we were, the two of us, looking out for a table ( if you’re lesser in number, you sometimes get a table quicker).
The amount of elbow room and the stink of sweat really reminded me of the local train in rush hour Bombay ( and I don’t mean that in a romantic way!) but somehow the aroma of good food beckoned and we held on.
Suddenly, I felt a hand across my neck ( like guys stand together while geting pictures taken?) and to my horror I realised that, this dark hairy hand wasn’t the Boy’s! Some Man just decided to use me as an armrest I think. Because he didn’t just brush across, he put his arm around me and kept it there!
I shrieked and he jumped both at the same time. Given the situation, nerves were frayed and tempers were running high, I started blasting him. So did the Boy. The man kept looking, from me to him and back and then mumbled “sorry”.
Before we could give a break to the whole Jhaad we were giving him, he says “show offs” ( just because we were talking in English!) which deeply angered the Boy who threatened him with a broken nose or something. Oblivious to the people gathered around us, and to add my two bits I said “Is this the way to touch a woman”? ( Don’t ask me, I have no idea where that came from).
Nothing more exciting there, he finally turned around and left after another “sorry” which was more of a grunt… and we finally found a table. Once the Boy and I had calmed down, he finally asked “So what is the right way to touch a woman?” And we both burst out laughing!
We took this photo right there because I thought I must blog about it. And trust me, it was closing time then, hence people are much lesser than say, an hour back!
But hell, the food is amazing, and I am all set to face another ride on the Local!
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We Andhrites flock tht place like anything on any given occasion.
