My ate finally treated me out to dinner, after much cajoling. Being another food vagabond, she wanted to try New Bombay, a seemingly expensive Indian resto in Columns, Ayala, cor. Gil Puyat.
The prices were surprisingly affordable and to my relief, the food was kinda tweaked to suit the taste of Filipinos, which is more often than not, inclined towards anything sweet. We had shrimp curry and chicken tandoori, which were, suffice it to say, rather addicting. The chapatti was sad and so was the Lassi. I wanted big thick bread and sweet, thick Lassi like the stuff they had in Bollywood, Greenbelt. So anyways, on to dessert. I read the menu. Milk balls made from flour soaked in sweet water. Eh? Ano yun? Weird. My sister goes for it. The waitress laid it on the table. 3 pieces of sad-looking golden brown balls soaked in straw-colored sabaw, giving them a repugnantly wrinkled texture. Similar to… a guy’s scrotum. I pierced it with a fork. It almost falls off. It’s taste? Soggy bread dipped in sugar water. Oo, weird nga. It was probably a dish that only old people in India enjoy or were capable of eating. Yeccch…
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