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it's been a gastronomic week..or has been weeks ..i have forgotten in my gluttonous state...
since the exams,namely my pre post graduate exams got over,life has been delicious.
1: first i went to this place called shalimar situated in the heart of th emughlai land of mumbai,jj area. noted for it's super quick service and value for money, it's a great place for hard core non vegetarians.we had hungama chicken for starters , a sizzling starterof a platter full of kababs.the malai kulfi falooda was yummy too.but i have had better biryani... ambiencewas so so..but when you r digging into tender pieces of meat and gorging on butter naan...the lights an fans dont really matter.

2:the lunch buffet at monza...diametrically opposite of shalimar.here the ambience is tops. the place classy,the decor spartan,even the soup is mild. but what a soup.a vegetarian soup,cream of something...and each one of us had seconds!the live counter had a choice of pastas . there were some unimaginative salads . the desserts too were unimaginative,chocolate brownie,chocolate mousse and vanilla icecream..could have done better for a continental spread but i am partial to chocolate so pardonable..
monza is in high street phoenix,lower parel.

3:rajasthani thali at place called rajdhani.. the ambience was mostly bacause of the friendly waiters and the hospitality which is so famous amongst the atithi devo bhava indians... again a place which was pure veg and yet ...we gorged.

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