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Cuisine Blues

On my visit to Singapore in September 2008, I came to realize what lousy junk we are served in our country in the name of Chinese food, right from the dhabas by the road side and the highways and gali - nukkads to many of the hi-fi, snazzy, snooty and 'posh' restaurants claiming to serve so called authentic Chinese Cuisine. What I tasted in Singapore was a far cry from the garlic rich, spicy and deep fried stuff we get here. I wont go into details, but it was the best noodles I had ever had (and I aint talking about maggi).

Since then, my brother and me have labelled the Chinese food that we get in India (mostly prepared by Nepalis) as Chiness; pronounced chai-ness. I aso remember seeing a board in Goa which advertised 'Authentic Goan Chinese Food'. Now, at least that guy was honest :).

Today, on  trip to Bilaspur, after having foregone breakfast and lunch in the name of the environment and my employer (paapi pet ke liye kya kya karna padta hai), we finally could no longer control the contorted groans from our digestive systems and decided to stop at a road side dhaba for some very late lunch (it was 4 pm i guess). being Himachal, and the people actually being at par with Goans, when it comes to lack of service and utter laziness, we got no food, the guy simply shooed us away, as if he gets a thousand customers a day and wouldnt care if he permanently lost 2.

But, what I did come away with, was this brilliant piece of artwork. The words say it all. i rest my case.

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