Blogging Boston - 5

Amreekan food ain't bad - not bad at all.

Kulkarni is a simple man. I mean, I know, most men are simple enough to begin with, but even on that elementary scale, he ranks pretty low.
Or high. Depends on how you look at it.
Give him a bike, some beer, some good food, and he's happy.
And his definition of good food is meat. If the plate in front of him has meat, that's good enough.
Chicken, beef, mutton, lamb, pork, fish - whatever - as long as some animal somewhere has breathed it's last, that's good enough for yours truly.
And which is why America is good stuff.
Every restaurant that you step into gives you puzzled looks if you ask for vegetarian stuff. Not, in case you are unusually dense, a strategy that Kulkarni will employ. But they will have steaks, and they will have chops. Rolls and sandwiches, burgers and pizzas. And in case you are rich, the starters and the hors d'oeuvres . All meat.
Succulent, tasty, honest to goodness stuff that warms your soul and satiates your tummy. Especially with this nip in the air - make no mistake, yours truly is enjoying the food.
But the Good Lord above - he giveth and he taketh away. He giveth the food, and he giveth to Binoy Oommen his mummy.
Who, some 3000 miles away, feeds her beta her culinary wizardry.
And bhaisaab, being the true considerate brother that he is, calls up everyday.
And describes, in exquisitely excruciating detail, every little bit of every single morsel that lies on his plate.
And laughs evilly while I salivate to death.
So yeah. I like the steaks and I likes the meats.
But now what to do?
They ain't better than mutton curry, Kerala ishtyle.
Like I said, He giveth, and He taketh away.

Umm, Aunty... have you seen Boston? SUCH a beautiful city, I tell you na!
Really.