breakfast with malus
We danced the night away in that humid club at Kailash Colony in South Delhi. All three of us hardly had drinks but water.
All three of us came back to my place after midnight. Cooling off in front of the air-conditioning, we drank regular water out of a wine bottle; talked about bikes and jhads. We watched Clint Eastwood’s “Gran Torino”. We got to bed by 4,30am.
The 2 boys were Malus, Kerala (South India) Malayali boys. So we decided to head for Malayali breakfast. With the morning sun already high in the sky, we sped towards a Malayali enclave not too far from my place.
my ride, the Royal Enfield’s Bullet; temperamental but majestic. it is a Bullet, not a bike.
It was a small whole in the wall. The road in front of the dhaba (small local eateries) was ripped out; Ajoi summed it nicely, “This used to be a proper road the last time I came”. Amid the rubble and flies, we parked the bikes and headed into the bluish hole.
the dhaba, a hole-in-the-wall
Ajoi and his newspaper. Keralites are known for their interest in politics and news, scouring for possibilities to go on a strike.
Sargheve, as usual, singing as we wait for our food.
6 tables. Sacred Heart of Jesus portrait on the wall. Laughing Buddha on a shelf. I spot a hand-scrawled “WELCOME” at the kitchen door, at the back of the dhaba. Leaving it to the 2 boys, we ordered appams and curry.
appams with beef curry.
Beef curry; chicken curry (x2); egg curry; omelette; appams; chai (tea). And we dug in ferociously with our hands. Before we knew it, 11,30am. Washing it down with chai, we went to the small counter to pay. Cost each of us less than Rs 100. The man asked us to check if we had gathered all our belongings, especially mobile phones. He smiled. Malus are nice people, I thought to myself.
We headed back out onto the rubble, and rode off to the rest of our Sunday in Delhi. Its such mornings that I don’t mind being in Delhi. Now let’s just hope my tummy holds up the rest of the day from a curry breakfast.
I miss breakfasts in Singapore with Daddy.