Sunday, April 8, 2007

recently i had been to 'daffodils'. i am naming the restaurant this time because i have stopped being scared of anyone suing me for defamation. i forgot i have been living in india my whole life... so yes, yet another restaurant. a decent one to look at.. if you dont stop to wonder why the waitresses dress colourful(different colour per girl) and the waiters so bland.(white every guy, and maybe a black tie)
i refrained from asking any of the waitresses for a table ... (what if she's a customer!!)

me and my friends-3 of us- we got a table that could seat 7. we didnt mind exactly .. each of us happily settled down 2 seats each with 1 chair left over per person to carry our bags, keys, cellphones etc and the 7th chair for the other stuff we carry around instead of dumping it in the nearest dustbin. this intresting stuff comprised mainly of pamphlets promoting some new shop opening in some corner of some street or a science tutorial advertising its academic prowess and how many percentage of its students got through the medical entrances every year.now if you scan the newspapers everyday line by line ,you might come across an article whining about commerce students from restaurants being accepted into renowned medical schools.whining because the writer of that article has been preping for entrances since 2 years and she never got any such miracle performing pamphlet. now, thats what i call the power of advertising.and well, maybe newspapers too.

back to the restaurant-- the menu itself was an epic masterpiece. the first page informed me, in China it is believed that good matchmakers made good cooks.presumptious as i am, i believed for the sake of entertainment that its vice-versa is true as well. 1 paragraph ago, i had read that emperors of ancient china used to cook for their subjects as a hobby.so now...well, you get the picture,right?
no wonder the population explosion in China has increased exponentially over the years. it had to, with all the royal matchmaking!... and now they have promotions in their corporate sector being granted to those people who treat their parents right. honestly, this last piece of info was taken from a newspaper and is no figment of my imagination.

this was the info i could get from page one of the 2 inch thick menu. i wanted to read more but i was eager to get started on the cuisine part of the menu even more. food was nice ... IF i ignore the cold and rock hard french fries i was served along with my burger. apart from that, food was nice ...and with such spacious seating arrangements, how can i not be grateful? but then again,its up to you to take seriously the reccomendation of someone who cannot differentiate waitresses from the customers. BUT THEN AGAIN, err.. again, if people are as philanthropic as they look.. it wouldnt really matter. right?


do check this one out.i love daffodils.

2 scribbled up the vine:

diya said...

hmmm...i hope this piece of writing dosnt fall into the hands of tht waitress who thought talcum powder was a good substitute for face compacts...err kajal on talcum does look like something outta the graveyard especially when it is combined with a horrid looking yellow shirt[hey who knws thy thought dressing up waitress in ghastly loud colors would actually be like a style statement or maybe something identifiable with DAFFODILS:|]...yellow shirt pink shirt red shirt and ya thr was a blue shirt combined with a colorful skirt[hope to lord the owners or the waitress dont know blogging!!!]
anyways enough assassination of etiquettes and dressing sensibilities...lets move on to the food..yep have to agree the menu was as unique and intresting as the food was bland and cold...my friend actually commented to the waiter that he wud have rather brought her ice-cream than the plate of chow and rice..:D;)....
but all in all, a decent place to hang out that is if the ever staring waitress dont scare u off!

starDust said...

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