Jahan hotels hai nahi
Wahan KOI hai sahi
- Kitchens of India
In a club in a remote area of Jharkhand:
A lady is hosting a Whist drive tournament on a Thursday evening at the club. She has made all the arrangements and everything is moving by the clock. Except... dear me! Where on earth is the caterer?
The lady makes frantic calls to the management of the catering service in Dhanbad to rustle up something on the double! But Time is ticking away... (Oh, dear!)
The lady is flummoxed.
Desperate problems call for desperate remedies.
At wit’s end, she whispers something to the bartender who nods his head conspiratorially and goes away.
The tournament is in full swing. Shortly after the tournament and cocktails, dinner is served piping hot. The guests remark on the aromatic and tasty cuisine. Where on earth did she get such a good cook in this God-forsaken place, she is asked? The hostess smiles secretively and says, “I’m not telliiiiiiing”.
She looks at the bartender and they smile secretively as the guests clean up bowls of the “aromatic cuisine”.
Cleaning up is the dirtiest part of a party. The bartender has a mighty task ahead of him.
But not when you have to clear out several packets of ITC Kitchens of India and not much else, no?
What do you think?
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