Today we have had our first meal in a restaurant since coming to India, in Bangalore.
We entertained the whole restaurant. At first we couldn't read the menu properly. We asked for everything except for the things they were serving at that time.
Like that:
"Could I have mangojuice please?"
"No Mam, we only have pineapplejuice"
We know this is a good example.
After we started to eat the waiter came to give us a spoon. Only one spoon. We are two people. Indians usually eat with their hands. One spoon must mean that at least one of us was eating like a proper indian, but
we don't really know which one of us.
Nina was hungry for dessert and ordered a cham-cham after looking under the headline "sweets" in the menu.
She got a strange looking white sausage soaked in sugarwater. yummie... It looked very lonley on it's plate.
Tomorrow we are heading off to Chennai. Hoping for tastier desserts there.
I like that you are writing a blog when you are on the road, it doesn't feel like you'r so far away and it's really interesting reading about what you are up to :)
ReplyDeletetack Anna-Sara :) nice that you like it! write more comments pleaaase. Then it doesn't feel like we are so far away for us either. PUSI.
ReplyDeleteHaha xD What a nice anecdote with the spoon! Wasn't it very polite of the waiter not to say who the one was who couldn't eat properly? ^^
ReplyDeleteAh es so schoen von dir zu lesen, Lucretia!!! Now we know who it was that couldn't eat properly... In the last restaurant I got a folder with pictures of all the meals and their name. I really felt like in kinder garden :)
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