The laws of my genetically inherited motion sickness didn’t fail to come back in repercussions. As I took the metro again. From tollygunge to Rabindra Sarobar to Kalighat to J.D.Park to Rabindra Sadan and boooom !!! The motion sickness returns …To retribute my defiance of it by the metro travelling
So I got down at Rabindra Sadan, an area famous for the St.Paul’s cathedral and the rotary club of Kolkata. Anyway …
I went to this big Haldiram out let and ordered a Raj Kachori. The French girl seemed to be scared because of the inner constituents of this magnificient Indian answer to the McDonalds bugger. Reminded her of vomit (ha ha ha !!! )
And then I came to know that there is this queer French dish called Tartiflette (picture shown below) . I must say looked like a Raj Kachori with the outer part removed. Hence,I concluded that it is patriotic favoritism and not exactly the European paranoia at Indian junk food. Hmm ..like it matters anyway .. 😛
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Verse of the day:
And so I ate the Kachori lord
That generally generates a big fat bod
Similar is this amusing thingie, the tartiflette
Supposedly loved by every French brunette
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Va te faire fouttre?
It means “wtf” in French
Both are anyway bad for your diet
I have no idea what more to write !! 😛
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(and the metro-kolkatan saga continues …. )
Et tu, Ghost-Runner 
hmm … more like lord of cuisine marketing to me
I dont think u can compare our Raj Kachori with the french Tartifletts ……………. they are as different as two dishes can ever be ………… one is dahi and other is cheese …………… may be the cow is common between the two …….. [:D]
lol at “Kachori lord”
agree with Parinita: holy cow!! how can you compare those!!