If you were to meet me on a Sunday evening...
So, I met a couple of friends at the old fav Oxford Bookstore Cha Bar on Sunday evening and had a great time. I would love to say I contributed greatly to a highly entertaining conversation that shifted indiscriminately from the four letter word that is work to holidays in China, Ladakh and Europe to apparel to some gaffe by some Miss something at some bimbo pageant to the sadness that is the Oxfor Bookstore to much else rather easily, my most pertinent contributions were as below:
“What do we eat?”
“Aren’t you guys eating anything?”
“The blueberry muffins here are the awesomest.”
“Ooohhhh! I want the green tea margarita.”
“Oooh! I’m feeling peckish. Ooh! There’s a potato and something thingy. Should I have the potato and something or a tried and tested corn and mushroom quiche?”
“I think I’ll have a corn and mushroom quiche.”
“Ow! This is guava juice. Where’s the green tea? Where’s the margarita? Yes I know they don't serve alcohol here, but still...*sob*”
“This corn and mushroom quiche is to die for."
“I'm still peckish. I think I’ll have a blueberry muffin.”
“There aren’t enough blueberries in this. The muffins in the Cha Bar in Madras are almost entirely blue in colour.”
“I’m thirsty. I’m going to have a cardamom tea.”
“Aren’t you guys eating anything? Try the potato and whatever thingy... it sounds nice.”
“The fries basket... the fries basket. You must have the fries basket.”
“Where was the margarita in the green tea margarita? We’ll stick to the rum tea next time.”
I’d sort of ended up skipping lunch, you see. I was also too hungry to click pics of any of the food.
“What do we eat?”
“Aren’t you guys eating anything?”
“The blueberry muffins here are the awesomest.”
“Ooohhhh! I want the green tea margarita.”
“Oooh! I’m feeling peckish. Ooh! There’s a potato and something thingy. Should I have the potato and something or a tried and tested corn and mushroom quiche?”
“I think I’ll have a corn and mushroom quiche.”
“Ow! This is guava juice. Where’s the green tea? Where’s the margarita? Yes I know they don't serve alcohol here, but still...*sob*”
“This corn and mushroom quiche is to die for."
“I'm still peckish. I think I’ll have a blueberry muffin.”
“There aren’t enough blueberries in this. The muffins in the Cha Bar in Madras are almost entirely blue in colour.”
“I’m thirsty. I’m going to have a cardamom tea.”
“Aren’t you guys eating anything? Try the potato and whatever thingy... it sounds nice.”
“The fries basket... the fries basket. You must have the fries basket.”
“Where was the margarita in the green tea margarita? We’ll stick to the rum tea next time.”
I’d sort of ended up skipping lunch, you see. I was also too hungry to click pics of any of the food.