They say a new day brings new hope, but for me, every new day brings new food cravings. Yesterday, I felt like eating fried rice; this morning, I am remembering the taste of a burger I ate maybe 25 years ago and thinking of going to the same bakery to try it again. I’m also considering visiting my college to see how things have changed and maybe eating at the place where I spent some time with a few friends.
Waiting for the clock to hit 9 AM, then I’ll call some friends and make a lunch plan. Some mornings in my life are all about food. My father said that I need to eat food to live and not live to eat, but it takes only another foodie to understand the love of food. The way I romance with food, I don’t think I can imagine giving the same love to anything else.
Good morning, friends! What’s your lunch looking like today?
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In the realm of everyday beginnings where hope tiptoes in with the dawn, my journey starts not with aspirations but with an insatiable craving. They say each sunrise brings new promise, but for me, it unfurls a tapestry of tantalizing desires for different flavors. Yesterday’s longing lingered for the savory delight of fried rice—a simple yet gratifying choice. Today, however, the cravings take me on a nostalgic trip down memory lane.
This morning, as the world woke to the sun’s embrace, a long-forgotten taste stirred within me—a burger savored some two and a half decades ago. The mere recollection has me contemplating a pilgrimage to that same bakery, a place now shrouded in the mists of time, to relive that indulgence once more.
Amidst these musings, the idea sprouts to revisit my college grounds. A venture not merely for reminiscence but to witness the changes etched by the hands of time. And perhaps, just perhaps, to revisit the spot where laughter and camaraderie flavored the moments spent with cherished friends.
Yet, the clock ticks its steady rhythm, teasingly slow as it inches toward the cherished hour of 9 AM. For it’s at this juncture that plans are sown and nurtured—when the world pauses momentarily for a meal shared with companions. With anticipation bubbling within, I eagerly await the clock’s proclamation, eager to dial the numbers and weave a lunchtime tale with friends.
In the tapestry of my life, some mornings unfurl as an ode to the culinary world. My father’s words echo—a reminder that sustenance is necessary for life’s journey, not the focal point. But only another soul captivated by the allure of flavors can comprehend the fervent affection I hold for the artistry of food. The bond I share with culinary delights is one I struggle to fathom transferring to any other pursuit or passion.
And so, as the day stretches its arms and the sun ascends high in the sky, I greet the world with a curious inquiry: “Good morning, dear friends! What delectable feast graces your lunchtime tableau today?
I can’t remember the last time I ate a really meaty burger; I am sick of Chicken and vegetarian burgers. I don’t think even a city like Bangalore that has the widest variety of eateries can churn out a burger to satisfy my expectations from a burger. A place called Tulp, Hole in a wall both in Koramangala, Bangalore City are 2 places that really come close to the real thing. Old is gold and I remember eating at Stars and Stripes, Indiana Fast Foods at Brigade Road the places for the best burgers and authentic flavoring and the only place where dating came alive with food. That is 2 relationships under one roof!
Hole in a wall is my favourite too, there is another place called truffles in Koramangala which has good burgers. Bangalore got some good new places it seems, one of my foodie friends tell me. maybe I need to get to the city just to try some old and new places.
Truffles is good, went there only once. I stopped venturing out after I moved away from the heart of the city. All those places were closer to me, now Time and Distance will kill me getting there