My first attempt at eating the mango belonged on fail blog, I bit half way into the skin and all the juice and the squeezed pulp fell out. I decided that would be my only attempt for the day.
We had a late lunch at Haldiram’s, which is a vegetarian joint thatserves a bunch of mithai and has different stations of food. My dad ate two portions of cholle batura just to prove to my mom that he could.The usual. I tried to order some dhai puri but they didn’t have any of the regular kind. They only had monster dhai puri. I’m sure that’s not its name but that’s what I call it. Basically they gave me the fattest puri in all of India, threw some masala in it, loaded it up with tamarind and sweet yogurt. It was service with a paan-stained smile.
Speaking of pan, right after we went to get some pan. Ididn’t have any but saw the guy make it. The pan man has a store that is half the size of my closet. I do have a walk in closet though, don’t wanna brag or anything… But still he sits there all day serving up pan with no room to stretch his legs.
Right about then the Jet lag started destroying me. This must’ve been around 6 pm but my parents said I wasn’t allowed to sleep, because I had to get my sleep schedule back on track. I mean that was cool apart from the fact that I’d be woken up 3 hours after I fell asleep later on that night. Either way, right after t
he pan we hung out with Uncle Ramman, and Uncle Atul and Ramman’s mother. She’s such a nice lady; my mom decided to bore her with wedding pictures. She handled it in stride though, and used her age to her advantage. She told my mom that her eyes couldn’t handle prolonged computer use. Aunty – 1 Mom- 0.
Ankur and I went to go pick up some soda and chips so that we could start drinking. I feel like every time I get into a car in India I might just wet my pants out of fear. If I have a heart attack while I’m here, you guys know why. So we get some kingfisher (delicious Indian beer), soda, some more pan, and some chips and head back to the house for some drinks. Uncle Atul’s created this bar in his house called the “corruption room.” It’s got this whiskey lounge feel, and he has a glass showroombehind the bar, it contains some really cool ornaments and souvenir pieces. One of them is this mask that’s very tribal, for some reason I think it is just the coolest. We drank black on the rocks and ate Indian hors d'oeuvres which were absolutely delicious. The chicken sheikh kebab wrapped in romali roti was my favorite.
Ankur and I headed to hang out with a friend of his, definitely good times we got some late night kulfi, which was just ridiculous. There are two types of ice cream carts in New Delhi. One is in red and white I think it’s called Quality. You don’t want to go to that one. The blue and yellow cart is where the good Kulfi is. Trust me on this one. At this point the jet lag mixed with the alcohol and whatever drug they put in the kulfi to make it so good hit me like a brick wall. I actually knocked out in the car, despite my fear of being ina car in Delhi.
We finally got to the house, and I got into bed only to be woken up by my dad yelling at his black berry 3 hours later. Oh family vacations.
Dude. Awesome times. Sounds like all you do is eat though, haha. You should take pictures of the food so I can savor the imaginative flavor.
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