Easter Monday, at the Only Place , a lunch date with friends again. A restaurant from old Bangalore, from way back in the ‘ 60s, serving delicious American food.
For those from the city , it is part of our old memories. A quaint place in central Bangalore, the most popular street, where all the fashionistas and wannabes gathered, to eat, to meet, to make friends . The dapper, neatly dressed man, who once owned the place, circulating among the tables, entertaining customers with interesting stories, while they waited on their fare.
Sizzling steaks, juicy burgers, scrumptious barbecues, grills and vegan salads, not to mention, the delicious desserts. As young ones, we frequented the place, to indulge in their famous apple and cherry pies. Stretching our meagre allowances but still out of reach and if we managed a one by two, it was often a great luxury.
Dressing for the occasion I realised, that time, that wily old serpent, had turned my once trendy and fashionable clothes, to dowdy and old fashioned, rendered me a has-been, as it did the restaurant. And yet when we gathered for lunch, it was not appearances that mattered but the conversations, both innocuous and serious .
Ordering as recommended by the chef , sharing with one another, and tasting all our favourite dishes, we ate a hearty meal. Talking and laughing, we enjoyed another beautiful Monday afternoon, with food for our belly, and food for our soul .
Mary Jacob 
Must have been fun. As usual, Mary, you paint a picture with your words!!
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