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| the author feigning to eat a clam in its entirety |
Food features primarily on our itinerary for the next couple of days. There's this French place, this Italian place, this south Indian place, this Vietnamese place, this bakery, this cafe, this soup place, this lobster place, this fish place... First inquiry the PP makes upon waking up - in his first conscious moments into the day - being, "Where are we going for lunch?"
It feels like I've been held hostage to a bunch of bandits armed with an arsenal of food. Food is social, but alas, its turning into social torture for me. I'm picking calories in excess, which is not even compensated with any sort of outdoors or (mis)adventure. If that is nothing to bother about (really, I don't), my stomach has been nuked with multicultural cuisine - under the umbrella of south Indian food, that has included a lot more than the limited southie fare that one gets in North India, I have already been subjected to considerable strain. Knowing that I will be invaded by myriad international cuisines in the narrow space of two days only makes it a bigger affair to fear and lament later.
To mitigate some of that 'bubbling' fear, I started this day with a more familiar toast, peanut butter, marmalade; not that it makes my situation any better, since my fiber intake is still zero.
There is also the unfamiliar experience of "trying out" the freakishly expensive places, which is basically turning into places to damage the stomach lining at a premium cost, which is no good news for either my health or my pocket. the only worthwhile place was the one we visited last night with an equal split between the items I had liked and that I didn't. a thorough "Oye, solid thaa, yaar" experience seems impossible.
It feels like I've been held hostage to a bunch of bandits armed with an arsenal of food. Food is social, but alas, its turning into social torture for me. I'm picking calories in excess, which is not even compensated with any sort of outdoors or (mis)adventure. If that is nothing to bother about (really, I don't), my stomach has been nuked with multicultural cuisine - under the umbrella of south Indian food, that has included a lot more than the limited southie fare that one gets in North India, I have already been subjected to considerable strain. Knowing that I will be invaded by myriad international cuisines in the narrow space of two days only makes it a bigger affair to fear and lament later.
To mitigate some of that 'bubbling' fear, I started this day with a more familiar toast, peanut butter, marmalade; not that it makes my situation any better, since my fiber intake is still zero.
There is also the unfamiliar experience of "trying out" the freakishly expensive places, which is basically turning into places to damage the stomach lining at a premium cost, which is no good news for either my health or my pocket. the only worthwhile place was the one we visited last night with an equal split between the items I had liked and that I didn't. a thorough "Oye, solid thaa, yaar" experience seems impossible.
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