K and I went for drinks and dinner with friends last Friday night.
Usually, we don’t go out alone together as one of us has to stay home with the kids, but this time, it was my birthday weekend, and so both of us decided to make a night of it.
We hadn’t planned where to go, but when an invite dropped into our inbox inviting us to the newly opened Irish House resto-bar in RMZ EcoWorld, it sounded fun, and it was close by to our place (a huge consideration when we accept blog invites).
There are some books that draw you in from the very first sentence itself. Very powerful, and reflects the tone of the rest of the story beautifully. It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does it sets up for a very great book. I loved this opening sentence from Exit West by Mohsin Hamid.
Virginia Mall in Whitefield is finally starting to emerge as a bright new hotspot for people from that side of the city. With its focus on family friendly activities, and food joints, it’s the ultimate place to hang out in Whitefield.
Now, the latest addition to Virginia Mall is an outlet of Johnny Rockets – the 50s style diner chain serving up the most delicious Burgers, shakes, and fries.
Snubnose and I visited the mall last weekend for lunch followed by a game of bowling at the arcade.
Last weekend, I went for a blogger meet-up with friends to try the food at BonSouth. The invite mentioned that it was a Hyderabadi/Nawabi food festival. I went to the event expecting traditional Hyderabadi cuisine. Boy, was I in for a surprise!
Generally, Hyderabadi cuisine draws its flavor from two rich legacies – the Deccani cuisine of Nizams with its delectable biryanis (rice flavoured with meat and vegetables), haleem (pounded wheat and mutton dish) and kebabs, and the spicy Andhra style of food, laced with mustard, garlic and chillies and eaten with doles of chutney and pickle.
BonSouth though did a kind of fusion of Hyderabadi with some other South Indian cuisines, making it a most interesting and unexpected dining experience.
I saw the movie version of this book – The Constant Gardener a few years ago, and I found it unbearably heartbreaking (in a very lovely way).
I find the book less so, but that is because Le Carré is not really a sentimental type of writer.
I do love though how righteously angry he gets (something I haven’t seen in previous books I read). This is an angry, angry book, and the main character Tessa really rips into the injustice she sees around her. Not without unfortunate consequences, of course.