Some Night..

It all began with a simple phone call. I asked a friend if he would like to have dinner.I think I'm slightly impulsive, sometimes; those that know me will argue that I'm almost NEVER rational.

So, the three of us were off to destination unknown because on some days I like doing strange things with no logical explanation attached. After unanimously agreeing on a Subway, I randomly decided to change plans and have a Steak instead. I feel rather manly when I eat steak somehow. I think its the whole "Man brings Meat" stone age theory.

So, we decided to venture to town to our favorite eatery, "Cafe Mogambo" where we have tried every combination of Steak possible. The secret to a juicy steak is something people have been arguing about since the early days of backyard grills. Some people will tell you to sear the meat at high temperatures on both sides, then turn down the heat and let it finish cooking. Others will say that searing has no real effect. We've tried it all - well done, medium rare, medium well done... you get the gist?

But tonight was no ordinary night and I decided (since I was behind the wheel obviously) to try a new route. Amazingly, half way through, I decided to follow a random car and see where it would lead us. We would eat at the restaurant nearby. Most people would deem my behavior questionable but again for those who know me, know I just don't care two hoots and always give in to temptation, madness and a good challenge.

Anyway, we finally ended up at Churchagte and ate at a lousy restaurant called "Starters and More" and honestly, I wish I had ordered the "more."The night wasn't done yet; I decided to figure out yet another road to the first ever "Indian House of Horrors." My friend had fallen asleep but I braved on. Its another story that I took the wrong road but well, like they say its not the destination thats important, its the journey...