I just came back (actually, I came back 5 hours ago, but it still feels like 5 minutes) from an eating experience not bound by the limits of mortal existence. In short, I just consumed a divine meal.
Three colleagues of mine, Hungry, Famished, Starved (not their real names) and me descended on a restaurant called Little Italy in Indiranagar for lunch today. Before I continue, let me state that this is an Italian restaurant with a twist - it's vegetarian.
I'm as much of a non-veggie as the next person. But this place, Little Italy, had me sold on it, Big Time. I ordered a drink called Lava Flow; a heavenly concoction of strawberry crush, pineapple juice, coconut milk and cream. Then, Rima (her real name), the only one of us who'd been to this place before, ordered something called Tobasco Pizza. I'm convinced it tasted better than any pizza I've ever had, Veggie or otherwise.
I'm not narrating the events in chronological order. But it doesn't matter. We ordered the main course, a task which in itself was quite tricky because there were so many pastas/pizzas to choose from. I had a pasta called Something Something Gorgonzoyle. It was out of this world (you kinda get the idea with the name itself). Lasagnas, red wine pastas and one more really good dish filled up the other plates. The food was awesome.
At the end of it, I struggled to finish, periodically inching my plate closer to Mandeep so she could help herself to Something Something Gorgonzoyle. But all in all, it was a wonderful lunch. Thanks also to Ridave, Magill and Dkamal, for a nice time!
I was so full, I think I was high. The entire auto ride back I was cursing post-lunch workhours. Why can't people just go home after lunch?
Two consecutives posts have dealt with restaurants and food. I think I'm becoming a food critic. I think I'm becoming a glutton. Good thing you can't see my paunch in that snap I put up a few posts ago.
I might as well rename my space to The Hog Blog.