Delhi Chaos
Trip Start
Oct 09, 2007
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Trip End
Nov 16, 2007
You've all heard the litany of food and restaurants we have learnt off by heart for this adventure. Karim's of Old Delhi was recommended by our favourite travelling foodie, Barry Vera, the Lonely Planet, Andrew Daddo etc. And so, as soon as we arrived back in Delhi we headed out from our overnight hotel - awful ... in Paharganj (never stay there) to the chaos of Old Delhi and Karim's. Here's Alan's take on the whole experience:
Most of you reading this will know how much of a passion I have for FOOD! I would go almost anywhere and at any time to savour the delicacies of new and (what I imagine await me) exciting new and exquisite tastes. That was my anticipation towards eating at Karim's. As disappointing to the build up here, so it was for me when after fighting thru numerous hair-raising skirmishes on our auto-rickshaw trip thru one of the 5 most pedestrian/vehicular conjested areas I have ever encountered the dining experience was only average. The Tandoori Chicken arrived not fully cooked so we sent it back. Judicia immediately swallowed an anticipatory tablet of Imodium.
After the meal, we had a small window of opportunity to do some late shopping for sari accessories so I confidently led Judicia thru a parallel street in the correct direction of Chandini Chowk. I am very good at navigation and have an excellent sense of direction. However, parallel streets are only helpful if they do not swerve and snake back onto themselves and when they are not over-run by over-crowding by man, woman, child, bovines, bicycles, auto-rickshaws etc in tiny back alleys.
Eventually we came to a fork in the road. This is where a man makes a stand and tries to decide which way to go. This where a woman, particulary one who sees shops closing, makes the right choice of asking someone for directions.
Sheepishly following her now I get a whole new prospective of the people that we pass. The men and women wear a look of surprise when they look at her face. I speculated that they were thinking of her as a modern Indian woman, determined and purposeful in her gait and demeanour. I also noticed that most of the men gave a much longer look at her choli-clad boobs. Ah well, at least they had good taste!
Most of you reading this will know how much of a passion I have for FOOD! I would go almost anywhere and at any time to savour the delicacies of new and (what I imagine await me) exciting new and exquisite tastes. That was my anticipation towards eating at Karim's. As disappointing to the build up here, so it was for me when after fighting thru numerous hair-raising skirmishes on our auto-rickshaw trip thru one of the 5 most pedestrian/vehicular conjested areas I have ever encountered the dining experience was only average. The Tandoori Chicken arrived not fully cooked so we sent it back. Judicia immediately swallowed an anticipatory tablet of Imodium.
After the meal, we had a small window of opportunity to do some late shopping for sari accessories so I confidently led Judicia thru a parallel street in the correct direction of Chandini Chowk. I am very good at navigation and have an excellent sense of direction. However, parallel streets are only helpful if they do not swerve and snake back onto themselves and when they are not over-run by over-crowding by man, woman, child, bovines, bicycles, auto-rickshaws etc in tiny back alleys.
Eventually we came to a fork in the road. This is where a man makes a stand and tries to decide which way to go. This where a woman, particulary one who sees shops closing, makes the right choice of asking someone for directions.
Sheepishly following her now I get a whole new prospective of the people that we pass. The men and women wear a look of surprise when they look at her face. I speculated that they were thinking of her as a modern Indian woman, determined and purposeful in her gait and demeanour. I also noticed that most of the men gave a much longer look at her choli-clad boobs. Ah well, at least they had good taste!



Comments
seerrrlut!
I am just laughing and laughing at Alans story! I love it!