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Weekend eat out!

Saturday evening it was. My sis had mentioned a new European Cuisine outlet about a kilometer distance from our place. We had plans of visiting this restaurant a week before but had to forego the plan for the "Pizza hut" demands :)

Okay this saturday the trio - Sis , me and my cousin gave it quits to the food prepared at home and headed for the munching at the Euro-Restaurant.

Dont ask me about the experience. It was an unpleasant one. I dont want to comment any further. But I cant let go my furious self otherwise. The reastaurant looked quite spacious [We later noticed it was not spacious but empty except for a few college buddies hanging out in a corner].

We were talking about the feeling of an isolated area only to be startled by the waiter's soft voice who placed the menu cards on the table and left us to decide on our choice of platter. [he kind of forgot about us until we reminded him of our existence with a waving hand]

Bruschetta - totally italian for a starter was what I suggested. I had tasted them while I was in the states. Bruschetta with tomato and black olive was the selection.Not bad in taste except for a high note on the sour buds. Next for some veggies, Sis pointed to the Vegetables tossed in Honey and mustard. - This was a disaster. It was literally an overdosage of mustard paste in the veggies. Sodas were nothing but coloured water with a hint of CO2. Only hope was on the last item ordered - The White pepper sause Pasta!! Phew! Finally was happy to get something
that tastes familiar.

Service is a very low on the scale. With all new guys doing the waiter jobs, you need to proactively ask for anything you need. I would also call them stingy - hmmm you may not get an extra plate ,fork or spoon until you explicitly ask for them.

After making our ways out of this grumpy place, we walked to a nearby vada pav joint, happily ate few new varities of vada pav , reached home with glee faces. I am sure without these vada pavs, the "Weekend eat-out" would have been a complete mess.

Comments

Anonymous said…
>> happily ate few new varities of vada pav

This sounds interesting. Would you elaborate a little?

--
Mahesh.
Bikram said…
which just proves DESI , indian food is the BEST :)

next time i am in bangalore i will make sure NOT to go here :)

Bikram's
@Mahesh: We get a variety ranging from saada vada pav to schezwan vada pav. I even love the makai palak vada pav. They are yummy. We also get veggie vada pav that we get to hog at this local joint.

@Bikram: Absolutely , those were the words I wanted to jot down.. Desi the best ever.. Sure next time you in Bangalore do give me a shout.
anatreek said…
Hmmm..are you talking about Eurasia? :)
Dee........ said…
To everyone, at least to the most people, their country food rocks, Indians are exclusions
Anonymous said…
arre-whats the restuarant's name. you could slam them and make them sit up and take notice. and warn others away
Anonymous said…
Nice, I am not aware of such thing in Pune/Mumbai. Not that I know of all vada pav wallahs

--
Mahesh.
Anonymous said…
desi tadka always best.
http://drivingwithpen.blogspot.in/
@Ana_treek: Nopes!! Not Eurasia.. They can breathe a sigh of relief.

@Dee: Indians love adventure, why not with food?

@confusedyuppies: Oh ya thats easy to do , but you see we were not in a mood of even giving a feedback.

@Mahesh: Yeah its something really new as I said. You need to come down to bangalore for a bite:)

@ChiragJoshi: Welcome to my space! Happy to hear that.. "Desi tadka rocks baby"!!
AmitAag said…
Bruschetta vs VadaPav...and the winner is VADAPAV!!
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Insignia said…
Hmm I have had such experiences with Indian restaurants as well. I forgive if food is good :P

If you would like to try other cuisine and also for good dining experience; try Millers 46 on Millers Road and let me know your experience :)

By the way; the cuisine is Texan.
@ Amitaag: Ohhh! yeah Vada pav stands first..:) Welcome to "Unveil the other side".

@Insignia: Will give a try and let you know...:)
Sahana Rao said…
Some people do not know how to do business. As simple as that.
@Sahana: That is it!! They dunno to run with the rest of the world.

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