Damn those cravings!

I miss..

> The Cheese bites at Legends of Rock. oh those lovely gooey fatty things that explode with so much cheesy goodness. They are pretty much the only reason I go to LoR. Not the music, not the drinks, not the ambience but just them, Cheese bites. Yes, initially my diet conscious being restrained me from sampling this very un-epicurean delight, but once I had eaten one of these erm bites, dripping over in mayonnaise, all diets were toshed. The sad thing has been that the last time I was in bangalore LoR was out of cheese bites. Never did the 23 year old me most want to throw a 3 year old's tantrum. This time when I come visiting, if they don't have it, I'll bloody blow up the place.

> Chicken wings at millers 46. do you know heaven orders chicken wings from millers 46? Many of my fondest memories have involved talking to friends and contentedly tucking in chicken wings at M46. I miss the place. The wings are glazed in a sweet but peppery sauce and after you'd eaten about 6 of them, steam would be popping out your ears, the tongue would be on fire and the lips would have swollen,bee-stung like. The waiters knew me well. they even knew my house well, cause I'd order so many times. I wish they'd deliver here.

>Biryani at Ebony's. Ebony is my place. yes it is. people may say whatever they want but its so my place. I'm in my element there, with the sight of bangalore to behold, good food, and getting tipsy and giggly with a drink. I have eaten biryani in the best of places at hyderabad, but I still haven't experienced anything like the biryani at Ebony. Every time I see the waiter bring our dum pukht biryani, I start salivating like pavlov's dog. I love the spicy raita that they serve it with. it adds a certain zing to the biryani, so much so that your palate is a state of flutter. ooh just love it.

>Lunch Meal at Krishna Kafe. KK is this authentic tam bram place in koramangala that was a short walk from my previous work place. We used to go there for lunch, especially on Friday's because the heavy lunch is a perfect excuse not to work therafter. The lunch was served on a banana leaf and was a typical south indian affair with rice, applam, sambhar, rasam, 3 different types of curries. Every time I have gorged on steaming rice dripping in sambhar, I know i have a fat pot bellied tam bram priest inside me. The highlight was ofcourse the "unlimitededness" of the entire meal. Unlimited everything - rice, sambhar, curry and offcourse applams. KK brings back fond memories of this road trip my family went on when I was 10 I think, through Tamil Nadu. Every restaurant/Tiffin room had this "Unlimited" largesse concept. For the price of one you could eat for ten people. I haven't seen it emulated anywhere.I sorely miss my Rice-rasam- sambhar here. I'm in roti hell folks!!!

> Set dosa at shanti Sagar. My parents have this wonderful habit of ordering Dosa and idlee from Shanti sagar on sunday mornings. That would be the only day mom wouldn't make breakfast. I was always deputed to go get the breakfast and it would always be 3 set dosa and 10 idless. I loved my set dosa. I miss it.no thats MISS it. Dosa and saagu palya used to be my sunday morning heaven, together with fresh tea and the sunday times. I also used to have a cup of coffee whist at shanti sagar, waiting for my parcel. There is no coffee like south indian coffee. Nothing. I'll contest anyone to a spelling duel if they think otherwise

> Cornerhouse!!!. I don't have to be descriptive here do I? I miss the banana split, the cake fudge, the ice cream overdose, the whole of your ice cream immersed in nuts. you know they don't do that anywhere. It's a special place people. Please preserve it.

>Bangalore!!!. words can't say how much... sigh

I'll have what she's having

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothin' seems to fit

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

B J Thomas.
He sang this song you know...its featured in the movie Butch cassidy and the Sundance kid.
If I remember correctly, I think Paul newman sings this song in the movie.
On a cycle.
I love Paul Newman.
No Thats LOVE Paul Newman.
He was soooo incredibly hot in his *ahem* younger days.
Have you seen cat on a hot tin roof?
There's this scene where elizabeth taylor is changing her stockings
A young ravishing elizabeth taylor changing her stockings.
Can you imagine that? nothing could have been more sexier and this guy just watches her disdainfully with a glass of whisky in his hand.
I was so floored by that scene
Who was this man who could look disdainfully at elizabeth taylor? a young, ravishing elizabeth taylor.
I saw Paul Newman's house when I was in New York.
It was on the uptown loop and I was sitting on the upper deck and the guide went "Oh btw thats paul Newman's house"
I took a photograph but it came out blurred.
I love New York.
I love the upper east side.
But unfortunately it also reminds me of Meg Ryan,whom I hate.
Nay, detest.
I detest her guiless, girl needs help smile.
I hated her in that cheesy You've got mail.
Yes, that bookshop too was pointed out in the uptown loop.
I hated her in Sleepless in seattle, which unfortunately ends in (you guessed it right) in New York.
Not in seattle like the title promises.
When I saw the empire state building, what came to me was Sleepless in seattle and the whole "Affair to remember" ding.
and then there was Harry Met Sally.
I know what you are thinking.
Sigh! I could do with one right now