Spiga, a restaurant on Vittal Mallya Road between Ffolio and Esprit, is one place where I and Goutham won’t dare step into again.
We were greeted at Spiga by the sight of an extremely foul-smelling open man-hole. Gasping for fresh air, we somehow made it into the restaurant. All around we were surrounded by tycoons (aka culturally confused citizens) who had come over there for lunch. That was enough indication for things to come ahead. Indeed, right through the meal we saw more tycoons come in and leave. The waiters, who wore ear rings and sported tattoos, hung around the window, every two minutes, looking down at the open man-hole. We ordered something. Humus with Pita Bread and Mexican Quisellada; I think. We ate it and still felt like we had eaten nothing. We paid the bill, as more tycoons (men and women, boys and girls) walked in.
At the end of the meal, Goutham had just one thing to ask [the waiter], “Raja, manushru tinno anthadu enaadro idhya?” Translation: “Raja, do you have anything that can be eaten by human beings?” If Goutham didn’t already have a dislocated shoulder, I am sure I would have given him one that day.
Yesterday we started narrating this story to Shruthi, who upon hearing the word “Spiga,” went ga ga. It seems she’s already dined at this “fine” (in her words) place when we were in college and she loves the food here. Small wonder. We (I, Goutham, and Sandeep) have seen Shruthi devour coconut oil flavored tomato soup at 23:00 hours in Munnar. Now that is raw guts! We, on the other hand, could not bring even a spoonfull near our mouths.
Tip: For those who do not speak Kannada, “Raja” is slang you use when addressing someone male. For example, if you want to ask someone how he is, you would ask, “Hengidya Raja?” Never address a female as “Raja.”