July rains ding-donging outside the windows; from far hills they ring their coming and it is a pleasant watch of wetness. After lazing over hot filter coffee, Rama said no cooking today; am bored of my own cooking, she added. It rarely happens as she prefers her own sambhar and beans curry. No new Malayalam films on Malayalam channels ever into ever repeats of old films; repeat ads; will Kiran and Asianet ever show fresh releases or is it that they are fated to be unfair; never, never any response. Borivili (W) is weak on hotels and malls; public races to Malad and Goregaon; they cannot go by the common definition of eateries; Rama plunked for Mee Marathi, a food basket strongly referred by her friend Mala; apparently, Mala makes it to Mee Marathi every day. So started out for Mee Marathi as neighbours wondered over stepping into yelling rains; climbed into an auto and went to Mee Marathi on Chandavarkar Road, half-wet; autos are more porous than umbrellas. Mee Marathi is a few empty wooden benches and today at 12 we had no company. We pitched for kantepohe; were told no kantephohe after 11; mood slipped; potato wada, sabudana wada, thalipeeth and they tasted fine; of course, they do not belong to the Dakhi or Neeta Iyer class; Dakhi potato wadas are AAAA; yet they were hotel class; the bill came to a Rs.225 plus tips when other hotels in Borivili serve empty plates for Rs.200 plus tips; Aura on Link Road sort of knives your purse and palate; perhaps the place where dishes taste alike; stepping out we thanked the man at the computer; no response; queried timings; was told in a rather uninterested way, 8 a.m onwards; understood Wednesday as closed; maybe the man at the counter was in a bad mood as it happens to all of us; he does not realise a smiley is good for foodies. On shelves, stood chewda packed in plastic; no way to know whether it is fresh or many months old. Took a try; a packet cost Rs.65; again thought of Dakhi. Reached home, downed digestives; no insult meant to Mee Marathi; just an old age precaution. Called up Shreya and passed on our outings; said the lady: 'Aai could have given you a better lunch, kya Aai,'; followed Dakhi with a why did you waste cash. Yet, Rama and me liked Mee Marathi and have decided to go for a full thali costing Rs.125 on Thursday. At 4 evening hope to dine on chewda and coffee with rains soft beating.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Mee Marathi
July rains ding-donging outside the windows; from far hills they ring their coming and it is a pleasant watch of wetness. After lazing over hot filter coffee, Rama said no cooking today; am bored of my own cooking, she added. It rarely happens as she prefers her own sambhar and beans curry. No new Malayalam films on Malayalam channels ever into ever repeats of old films; repeat ads; will Kiran and Asianet ever show fresh releases or is it that they are fated to be unfair; never, never any response. Borivili (W) is weak on hotels and malls; public races to Malad and Goregaon; they cannot go by the common definition of eateries; Rama plunked for Mee Marathi, a food basket strongly referred by her friend Mala; apparently, Mala makes it to Mee Marathi every day. So started out for Mee Marathi as neighbours wondered over stepping into yelling rains; climbed into an auto and went to Mee Marathi on Chandavarkar Road, half-wet; autos are more porous than umbrellas. Mee Marathi is a few empty wooden benches and today at 12 we had no company. We pitched for kantepohe; were told no kantephohe after 11; mood slipped; potato wada, sabudana wada, thalipeeth and they tasted fine; of course, they do not belong to the Dakhi or Neeta Iyer class; Dakhi potato wadas are AAAA; yet they were hotel class; the bill came to a Rs.225 plus tips when other hotels in Borivili serve empty plates for Rs.200 plus tips; Aura on Link Road sort of knives your purse and palate; perhaps the place where dishes taste alike; stepping out we thanked the man at the computer; no response; queried timings; was told in a rather uninterested way, 8 a.m onwards; understood Wednesday as closed; maybe the man at the counter was in a bad mood as it happens to all of us; he does not realise a smiley is good for foodies. On shelves, stood chewda packed in plastic; no way to know whether it is fresh or many months old. Took a try; a packet cost Rs.65; again thought of Dakhi. Reached home, downed digestives; no insult meant to Mee Marathi; just an old age precaution. Called up Shreya and passed on our outings; said the lady: 'Aai could have given you a better lunch, kya Aai,'; followed Dakhi with a why did you waste cash. Yet, Rama and me liked Mee Marathi and have decided to go for a full thali costing Rs.125 on Thursday. At 4 evening hope to dine on chewda and coffee with rains soft beating.
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