Thursday 28 November 2013

WHAT HAPPENS IN KOSHY’S STAYS IN KOSHY’S

Koshy’s is not for the faint-hearted, nor is it for those with low threshold for the odd. So before you enter, promise yourself, you will not stare or squirm.
So, what’s odd about this place? The crowd. Period. You have all kinds. That reaffirms the saying, ‘to each his own’. So, let them while they let you be.
Also, as a side note: nobody goes to Koshy’s for the food. While food is good, it’s not what people go there for. It’s not what I go there for.

I go there for comfort. A comfort that says, ‘just be’; comfort that says, ‘why not eat some bread and butter and a glass cold bournvita?’; comfort that says, ‘sure drop in, let me know if you need something, I will be around’; and especially a comfort that says, ‘good to see you, where have you been?’.

First what strikes you about Koshy’s is its old world charm, the high ceiling, the uniform of the staff and the incessant hum. People do come to Koshy’s to eat but mostly to talk. They talk a lot. And when talking makes them hungry, they eat. They talk about things from this world and another [I am pretty sure of that], they meet, greet, eat and then talk some more. You’ll discover the most eclectic crowd ever. Yes, that’s Koshy’s for you. Pleasing to the senses and if you order right, will please your pallet as well.

There is one to the left and one to the right. While the menu is relatively the same, the prices and décor aren’t. Soft napkins replace paper tissues and the usual spoons and forks make way for fine cutleries. So, when in a group, or alone head to the one in the left. And if you are on a date… the one on the right will be the right one for you.

I recommend the cold bournvita [request for without sugar], the fish and fries, the mutton broth and the classic bread and butter sandwich. This is comfort.


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