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| Jun 23, 2007 9:05 am |
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re: Top Five Dive Bars in Bangalore (not for the weak lined stomach) |
Chandrashekhar
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Finally visited Reddy's last night.
We entered the bar around 9:30ish, I had promised my friend Prashant a gastronomic adventure.
As we looked around for a place to sit, some miscommunication occured and we left the bar only to realise it was because he thought it was the wrong place since no one was eating.
So we returned promptly and seated ourselves at a table where a solitary man was already nursing his drink. It was a white plastic table which had been ghastly disfigured by black spots of cigarette burns.
I had lost Sumanth's recommendations and wasn't quite sure what to order so we asked the guy for what's to eat in non veg and he rattled off some standard chilli, manchurian etc dishes.
So from what I vaguely remembered, I asked him tentatively (and slightly embarrassedly) if there is a Coca Cola Chicken, at which his eyes lit up and I was instantly recognised as a man in the know.
In the same breath I ordered a Egg Pepper Fry and was met with a smile of respect and admiration.
We ordered a Quarter of the redoubtable Smirnoff and waited.
Two glasses, freshly washed, arrived, with water drippping off them from all sides. Looked for some tissues to clean them but there were none. Ah well the alcohol would kill all the germs anyway.
The Egg Pepper Fry arrived first, packaged very non attractively. We let off a collective "Hmmm", had a bite each and let off a collective "Hmmm" again and pondered for a while.
Prashant decides he likes it and starts comparing it to other pepper frys he's had in his Bangalore stay. I was of the opinion it would have been better with a bit less salt or properly mixed salt. But now, complaining about finding a blob of salt suddenly in your food in a dive bar wouldn't be a very macho thing would it? I reserved my views.
During this time the roof had started to leak and while we could bear a drop or two every 5 seconds, we decided it's easier to go sit on a empty bench instead.
The Coca Cola Chicken appeared, in brand colors resplendent enough to make a coke ad agency flunkie proud but fell flat when it came to performance. Maybe the elusive taste was too subtle for us after the zingy pepper fry.
One again, we summoned, "The Man". He dropped the word "Pork". We ordered the result of "What's the best pork dish?" -- Pork Chilli. This one was the pièce de résistance, soft boneless pork pieces in a spicy dry red gravy.
This enthused us to have another Quarter and we ordered some spicy chips and chomped and sipped merrily like happy campers discussing the benfits of having cars in Bangalore and how Bangalore weather rocks. We left around 10:45PM when the bar was almost closing.
The bill for the evening? A mere 400 INR.Private Reply to Chandrashekhar (new win) |
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