Jan 20, 2008
After decades in Bangalore , this is my first time in India Coffee House .
We go past a wood and steel entrance , and decide to sit upstairs. We go through steps from the ark , a collection of thrown away furniture accumulated in a chajja, and walk into another scrubbed place on the first floor . Its a time warp , 40's posters , crumbling walls, spindly tables and all.
But it has soul, its not trying to be , or recreating an ambience.
It just is.
We sit down on brown plastic sofas , and I blink when a turbanned waiter from a colonial era comes in to take our order. The last I saw this was in an Army Mess 20 years ago.
Conversation seems to flow in India Coffee House . The place has a college debating room feel to it . We find ourselves happily arguing on a variety of topics, and it seems to feel right . Raised voices, waving hands , a conversation that creeps into 5 different avenues , with the waiter gently sidestepping waving cigarettes and hands , while aroma of fresh coffee gently wafts around .
And while I regret coming here instead of Kadambam, my friends suggest I order the scrambled eggs and coffee. Tip: Ask the waiter to bring extra toast , ALONG with the eggs, but thats about all I am willing to say on this subject .
You do not ( I repeat , do NOT ) mess with perfection.