Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross. Ew.
We had heard quite a buzz about a restaurant in town called "Sunny's." Sounds like a delightful place to eat, no? I made a reservation for dinner last night and asked to sit outside. I love alfresco (a.k.a Alfredo - Alex, I hope you're reading this) dining. After sitting in horrible traffic (more on that later), we arrive and are promptly seated. About halfway through my first glass of wine, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look to my right and in the shrubs and flowers, neatly trimmed at the edge of the dining area, is a gray, fuzzy rat. Not huge but definitely not a mouse as George liked to pretend. Noticing the look of horror on my face, my kind dining companion makes a weak attempt at a joke: "At least he's not scurrying around in the kitchen." I swiftly swallow the rest of my drink (who says wine is for sipping?) and try to keep one eye on the rodent. Then the bread comes and the garlic butter shifts my attention. One of the waiters has now lit a ring of incense and put it between some stones on the ground. I convince myself that the Indians know the scent of incense enhances the flavor of garlic - although I've never heard about on the Food Network. And then I see George, mid-sentence, hesitate and look over my left shoulder. Already moving, he says, "excuse me, can we move indoors?" I'm out of my seat and inside before I even hear an answer. We get settled at our new table, way in the back by the kitchen, and I ask George where the rat was. All he can say is, "it was REALLY close to your feet." To which I reply, "another round of drinks please - STAT."
We ended up staying and had a delicious meal but I couldn't help but have the heebie-jeebies all night. I just kept repeating, "at least he wasn't in the kitchen." Rats are solitary animals, right? There couldn't have been more. No way.
The reason for the particularly awful traffic was the rain. Because there are so many scooters, when it rains, they pull off to the side of the road. When it stops (the rain never lasts very long), they all jump back on the road. It had rained during rush hour.
We're off to get our new cell phones now.
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3 comments:
From: Mimi & Paul
Your blogs are great! We are really enjoying them. I hope you
can save them and then publish a book when you get back called "A
Blond American in India".
How do you get around.....like to the restaurant. Taxi? Rickshaw?
Feet?
We actually have a driver. His name is Chandan. We tool around in a Ford Ikon. We have him Monday-Saturday but we're still trying to figure out exactly how it works like if we wanted to go away for the weekend. Do we pay for his lodging? But he's just on call all the time - which is weird for us to get used to. So, he'll drop George off at work and then if I need to run errands, he will come back and get me. Or yesterday, he took us to get our cell phones and just had to wait for us. I realize he is getting paid for all this but still, it's strange to have someone at your beckon call.
And I think the blogs are automatically saved. We'll see about a book...it would be fun!
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