Saturday, October 02, 2004
its amazing how good food can cheer you up. I had a failed western yesterday and naturally was upset by the time I reached dorm. So I went for the customary friday night bitching session with a couple of my friends but with a difference this time: we were going to Chautara's a Nepalese/Indian restaurant that Ram dragged me to last time. The food was 180 degrees away from last week's horrible mess that was Qdoba's. If I wanted to eat generic American (barely) edible shit, I could go straight downstairs and have my daily share; there was no need to pay 5 bux for bastardised food prepared for the faceless masses by the corporations making a quick buck. It was a huge relief that the dinner menu at Chautara was twice as good as the lunch menu. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realise that the cooks there take pride in what they're doing. If you have an element of that, even if you're an amaterish novice, people can taste that and that's a huge plus. Which is probably why home cooked food always tastes the best, in my opinion.
By the time I was finished, I was raring to race back to the lab to run another protein gel. Only the rain and the prospect of some alcohol in my system at the Union stopped me. But it was one of the more blissful Friday nights I have had for a loong time.
And the sky is so blue today...
By the time I was finished, I was raring to race back to the lab to run another protein gel. Only the rain and the prospect of some alcohol in my system at the Union stopped me. But it was one of the more blissful Friday nights I have had for a loong time.
And the sky is so blue today...
