Monday, November 09, 2009

Another restaurant another wall

The plot is of a restaurant and protagonist is me only me. I have been here in Assen now for exactly 20 days and it had not been the great days. But will write about that some other time. So, every night I have to go to a restaurant for the dinner. And I must say it is horrible to eat alone, hmm!! Not really . It is horrible to seat alone, before my dinner, waiting for ever so non enthusiastic waiters to bring the order.

The experience in this particular restaurant was no different. This time it was a Greek restaurant ‘Delfi’ in the heart of Assen. Actually, Assen(Netherlands) is too small to have a full blown body and if the markt is the heart, the town will end between neck and abdomen. (stop being English critic; spelling is right, market in dutch is markt). I walked across my hotel to this greek restaurant that had many cycles near to its gate. I wondered how can so many people be in the restaurant. However I soon realized this is the result of the nearby Casino. So I entered this restaurant and kept my jacket on the shelf hanger. There were a handful of people sitting there. Actually more than handful as even one Dutch person who is more than 6 feet tall can not be counted as a handful, whatever be the size of my hand.
As I sat down on the chair, I thought oh! not again, sitting alone staring at the walls. The wall in front of me had a decently large painting of semi clad men and women. Do not let your imaginations run loose. The painting tried to depict Greeks of ancient era getting ready to eat. There were 4 men and a woman to be precise and apples and grapes along with some unidentifiable food items on the table. One person with a typical Greek beard was bringing the big jar supposedly of wine. I turned back and true to this Greek way, this restaurant also had a good bar with vast variety of liquors.

However, I can bet some of my friends can draw far better canvas than, what this restaurant had. Actually, if I look back to the various restaurants I have been eating in lately, all the paintings were worth not more than shit. Between do not undermine the value of shit in the time of biofuels and energy demand.
Then I thought, now what ? That was all there in front of me that could be described. Hmm!! Probably now I realized why I could see many people especially firangs having a pen and diary when they were in restaurants eating alone. Firangs especially because we Indians tend to flock together and move in a group. Any ways, I had again not brought anything to write. This is when my Motorola mobile came to my rescue. In fact, I scribbled many lines sitting there on my mobile. This is especially for those of my friends, who want me to throw my motorola phone and get a nokia branded ‘self defence weapon’. By that time the non English speaking waiter brought the food and then aeshmaglech(I still do not know the dutch spelling; this means enjoy the food).

4 comments:

rajiv said...

"Between do not undermine the value of shit in the time of biofuels and energy demand' - well said... u never know... ha ha ha...
"this restaurant also had a good bar with vast variety of liquors.
However, I can bet some of my friends can draw far better canvas than, what this restaurant had" - yeah sure one would start imagining what brands was thr.
"stop being English critic; spelling is right, market in dutch is markt" - seems u working on ur dutch language ... wow carry on...
"This is when my Motorola mobile came to my rescue" - next time motorolla ppl should cast u in one of their ads ;)

rajiv said...

good read... continue writing

rajiv said...

hebben een leuke tijd - dutch

sajjan said...

actually two of my frnds always ask me to throw my phone, and buy the nokia.