TGIF on a Friday Afternoon

Cold, wet and dreary... that's what the weather gods gifted Mumbai this Friday afternoon. I decided to spice it up by whisking  my hubby for a working luncheon date to TGIF.

The weather demanded that we start with soup.. So we ordered the combination of chicken lemon soup and American Chicken Cutlet. The soup was thick and creamy, and the cutlet on a bed of salad, was good for a 2 year old, so tiny was it's size.

We made our way through potato cheesy skins, the sinfully calorie loaded mood lifter... followed by chicken wings. The appetiser was tangy and spicy...and the sauce.. simply nose wateringly yummy.

There was no time for any conversation as the main course arrived. The Miami Cubano Chicken Stack was fried chicken breasts with a lemon sauce, stacked with bacon and mushroom on a bed a herbed rice.

You can take an Assamese from Assam, but she will still yearn for her plate of rice. Richly satiated, with the Texas style food and beverage, it's back to the routine of work.

But a Friday afternoon at TGIF was worth the time spent eating a spicy meal and romancing hubby dearest on a working day...

Shooting with Jatin Kampani

I have eaten extremely well and oft unwisely on my shooting sets... I have eaten the tastiest biryanis, to delicately seasoned kababs and tandoori chicken, from the famed south cuisine of Muthuswamy to the exotic Italian food of Blue Frog. But today's tale of good food comes with a lovely after taste.

Shooting with Jatin Kampani is always a delight. He has excellent taste in music which keeps the tempo alive. A great sense of humour and so easy on the eyes, Jatin makes mundane shoots exciting. 

Lunch time came with some spicy prawns biryani and equally spicy chicken tikka masala. The rains complimented the food and we ate much more than good health allowed us.

After slouching in the comfy depths of his sofa, Jatin's caterer presented us with a Bengali sweetmeat called Pantua. The miserable looking fried mithai soaked in a sugar syrup beckoned me. Like in a trance I bit into one 1000 calorie byte and was transported to heaven. God, why are the best of food so unhealthy?

Disgusted for indulging myself, I sulked. Cajoling me out of my sour mood, Jatin offered me a paan, wrapped like a chocolate. 

I tentatively opened the cellophane paper and popped it into my mouth. It dissolved like hot butter. Nirvana. A fitting end to an indulgent meal, and I knew what Akbar felt when he sat on his throne...