I enjoy a hearty meal. Not a big eater by any stretch of the imagination, but still a very content one. Jerome, on the other hand, lusts after food. I know this because he is a companion in occasional gluttony.
Sometimes I wonder if he is liable to be arrested when kids watch him eat. He should wear a placard with the words “PG Rated” boldly smeared on it, just to be sure. A couple of days ago, we went to Casa Piccolo for lunch. Khader Nawaz Khan Road is Chennai’s straw; it sucks. Smelly and unfairly home to a couple of really nice restaurants. Parking is a bitch too.
I used to frequent the Casa Piccolo in Bangalore; that one’s really satisfying with its quietness and kickass steaks. This one pales a bit in comparison, but thankfully the mind doesn’t register such facts when the abdomen demands rapturous attention. Jerome cares a hoot; his mind, body or soul care even less. He already started calling out to his palettes, as we walked up the stairs.
The order was impromptu…Mexican Pot Soup, Golden Fried Prawns, Chicken Nuggets, Casserole De Mer and Grilled Fish Lemon Butter. I didn’t have the soup, but Jerome swears that it’s alive with the sound of spicy bliss. Prawns have done more good in this world than most men. Delicious, yummy prawns. Throw them in butter, drown them in cranberry sauce, hell, sauté and grill them on a pool table; it doesn’t matter, the taste just won’t die. As I dipped them in spicy butter sauce, I watched Jerome devour his share of it. His plate was turning red in embarrassment.
The main course arrived early and in style. The colours were vibrant, as they waltzed aside salty carrots, capsicum and mashed potatoes. Grilled Fish Lemon Butter sounded random; sort of like what a retard on death row might ask for as part of his last meal. But it was quite the treat. Rich in taste and succulent.
We broke at least seven of the Ten Commandments post-main course. Deserts do that to you; makes you feel like more of a sinner. Suffice to say, the Hot Fudge Chocolate Nutty Sundae played the devil better than Al Pacino did. Go to Casa Piccolo, and order for creatures that knew how to swim when they were alive. You palette will thank you for it.
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- jerome pensive before food arrives
