Morning wind
I fly when the pigeons sleep, I nigh when the lightning creeps. There is no sorrow in life 2.0 and well I shall not be fooled again. This my son, is the caress of morning wind.
Firangipani
Firangi pani dining area
It looks like one of those shanghai dark lounges draped in green laser lights (trance, fucked up chicks, retard guys with 6 pack abs) you always wanted to go. Hold your horses, Indians and indian industry has never been good at aping the west and who cares about the east anyway? So yeah, you are greeted by black suits asking your name for some weird reason (irrespective of your reservation or not) they promise you a seat soon (though there are atleast half a dozen empty) and instruct you twowards the bar and their long legged sexy bar stools. With some classical rock at best, firangipani is sucker at value for money. Something that stood out was the money they charged me for 20 ml of coke in a 60 ml indian spirit (whiskey, royal challenge) It was 124 Rs worth of coke (the drink!! not the powder). So a 60 ml royal challenge now costs you 510 INR with coke, sweet!! Place is not all that bad, if you land up between 6 pm – 8:30 pm coz those are your happy hours (1 drink free with 1 ordered on selected spirits and beers) and hey wednesdays are great for taking your girl out for drinks, as they celebrate womanhood on wednesdays with ladies night (alchohol on the house, if you can convince them that the one with you is a woman at heart and body). (More …)