OK, yesterday was a hectic day at work and I have a grand total of six bucks in my wallet. So desperate is my financial situation - I need mo' MONEY! Anyway, Gaurav Sorel, the guy who owns Turquoise Cottage at Adhchini in Delhi has set up a TC lookalike in Jaggery Village. Now, Sorel calls his new joint 'Chinese and Thai Cafe', and I asked him why the peculiar name, but he said hat it should be known as 'The Cafe'. Note lots of emphasis on 'The' (The definate article 'the' gives me nightmares as it reminds me of a thankfully former colleague in my previous job who used to abuse 'the' like no other man could - a sentence by him would be like 'The Anil Ambani and the Mukesh Ambani are having the fight over the assets of the Reliance Industries Limited" - seriously!). Anyway, the place looks like a nicer version of TC - imagine that - even though I am still trying to work out who the man in the middle of the mural in the wall is - Sorel claims that it is Robert Plant, but I don't think so.
After we got there, I managed to catch up with a lot of people I haven't met in a long time, and with some booze as well. I hadn't touched alcie in four days, so a few drinks were not out of order. But few for me usually means that my liver will be processing alcohol for the next 48 hours. So I had fewer than few drinks - some beer and vodka. The snacks - especially the prawns and pork were nice too and the dinner was pretty good - something called 'Mala Chicken' I particularly liked. Sorel had pulled out the stops for the launch. This place it seems will be the only decent place that plays Rock music in Jaggery Village. Now, the rock might sem rather tired (nowhere near as eclectic as say someone like Bossman would want) but better than hearing dhik-chik all the time. I think Sorel should do well given the large number of professionals in Jaggery Village. Hey, if you're a Jaggery VIllage type, and like some rock music with your booze, check this place out. Something, after all, is always better than nothing.
Anyway, the reason I went there was just to catch up with Sorel, I went there to watch Parikrama. Now, Parikrama, was at one point of time, Delhi's biggest rock band. That time was ten years ago. I remember my first Parikrama show, it happened the day my tenth boards ended and man it was fun. I had seen Parikrama before as the invited band at some inter-school rock contests (whatever happened to those?) but usually by the time Parikrama took the stage, guys from my school ('bums) would be trashing the modernite men (and some making out with their chicks - which inevitably caused the fight - 'How dare they kiss our women!'). Anyway hearing Parikrama for the first time after some five years was good fun. Nitin Malik their frontman has finally realised that his voice isn't the same, but now it seems he doesn't go through a 20-pack of cigarettes in an hour, in fact he hardly smoked at all. Me on the other hand was busy getting rather stoned as well, and because rock loving Chuddy Buddy (who is going to get engaged next Friday) was company, it was fun. And thank god my cellphone battery died, 'cos FriendGirl wanted to kill me for something which I forget now. Thank god for drunkeness.
On the whole, it was a good night. And the place seems good . They supposedly have a 'Media Night' set-up on Thursday's, I'll go with Siddy next week and check it out. If you want to go this place - its at the Regent Square on MG Road in Gurgaon. That's the building with the large Kotak Mahindra signboards.
And Sorel did promise that he would do something to sudhrofy Media night at TC. That has degenerated into a mess - with creative guys in ad agencies making asses of themselves and its worse when the adsales guys come in from TV channels. I've quit that. I suggested that he make it a 'journalist' night and have a separate night for those advertising idiots.
Anyways, gotta work now.
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you are welcome hoem anytime, just let me know in advance so that you don't end up eating baigan bharta and ragi-atta rotis!
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