Eating out!

I started it all.One fine day I told my Dad very worriedly that my mom spends too much time in the kitchen and shes gonna dissolve in the sambhar some day soon.I suggested that he cooks on Sundays..He alternatively suggested that we go out for lunch on Sundays.
This was not new.We keep planning something like this but it never works.But this time we were determined to make it work.
It was also decided that my dad and me will pick up the bill every alternate week.gulp!Too bad, I dont get pocket money anymore.But me being a sweet daughter ,I gave in.
Last Sunday was the day we were gonna put our plan into action.We set out at 1 o'clock.We decided to go to MTR,near Lalbagh.If you are in Bangalore this is The place for authentic Karnataka food or so I've been told.
Reached.
Doors closed.
:-((
How can a place be closed for lunch at one????We were told that we will have to wait for atleast 2 hours.No thanks!
We decided on Nandini next.This place serves Andhra food.Yumm!!Hot n spicy.
Lal Bagh to Jayanagar.Got into the restaraunt.I dunno about spicy,but hot, it defintely was.It was stuffy and filled with people.It reminded me of a bee hive.There was no place to stand.Seriously whats happening to our population???It looked like they were giving free food. I gave my name to the manager.My name was at the end of the sheet after 3 sheets!!!
I stood and waited and waited and waited...My stomach was grumbling and my dad was grumbling too.Why do people pick on me when they are bugged? I started wondering if it was my dad or Walter Vertrivel standing next to me.Hmph!And there are certain things which can just get on to your nerves.
If I have to say it in Ramana style "Tamizhla enakku pidikaadha moone moonu varthai-Naa appove sonnen"
Anger and Hunger was killing me.I crawled from where I was standing to somewhere close to the tables.My luck, in sometime a table was cleared and I just sneaked in.Normally Iam an honest person.But Iam sure that I was exempted from all sins that day.I called my dad.My brother exclaimed suspiciously"Hey!Adhukkulla seat kadachuduthha?!"
I hissed back "Edho medical collegela seat kadachha maadhiri,vaaya moodu!!"
Finally we were seated.My aching legs! I usually scan the menu for atleast 15 mins.That day I did not even care to look at the menu.We ordered in a jiffy.
I looked for something edible on the table to munch on before our food arrived.There was nothing except tooth picks and tissue.Shucks!
It was almost 3 o 'clock.Bored I was looking around .Next to our table there was this huge group of about 15 people.They made me want to bang on the table and shout "Order!Order!"
They always laughed together
"Ha ha ha ha"
"Hee hee hee hee"
"ha ha ha hee hee hee"
"heh ha heh ha"(Donkey??)
I was silently wondering if it was some laughter therapy(Can't they stick to the beach/park?") or mebbe some experiment on their vocal chords.
My thought process was interrupted.Food!!I attacked,gobbled,swallowed.Who cares about table manners?My dad and brother were doin the same.But my mom!! I do not know from where my mom gets all the energy.She has this habit of commenting non-stop on the food when we eat out.She has to say a word about the ingredients used and not used. Usually I pitch in and give my expert culinary comments but I kept my head almost burried in the plate.The food kept me busy.But I made up for it later.We discussed pickles all the way back home.
Cawliflower pickle was what I liked the most.I learnt not to gape at Andhra pickles when my Telugu roomie in college introduced me to Drumstick pickles.But still,Cawliflower pickle is something exotic!
Finally reached home.
Aah!And I don't think Ill want to repeat this routine again.These things never work!!