Its a Prank...

My dearest friend and colleague, Garima and I often explore new cuisines and restaurants. 

Today, we were up for some interesting, new age dishes. The food dare devils we are, we ventured in Pra Pra Prank, a corner brasserie, decked all chic and cool. As we entered, the manager announced that they serve modern Indian and Asian cuisine. This piqued our curiosity and we could not wait to dive in the menu. 

After much deliberation, Garima ordered for Khasta Kachori and I ordered for crispy fried spicy fish fingers. The starters were decent.

It was time for the main course. We decided to order Cottage Cheese Barrel with Thai Makhni curry and Tandoori roti. Garima, in her true blue lawyer avatar enquired if the Thai curry contained coconut milk. The waiter said a vehement, confident 'NO'. Satisfied we waited for the food to arrive.

Then it landed on our table. As the first morsel of food touched our tongue we exchanged a bemused look. It tasted strongly of coconut 😣.

Our common aversion to leave food forced us to go through the dish, much to our dislike and disappointment. The overall experience left much to be desired. Even the Heavens sensed our dismay and outpoured it's heart with a torrential shower! 

We were now hurrying back, wishing that the downpour would wash away the below-average culinary experience, promising to never go back!

Later in the day as we narrated our experience to our eager colleagues, we concluded with a hearty laugh, "The Food - It's a Prank".

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