There is a place in India, where they would give you the food first and then the token, then you go pay the bill. Where you will never get a full table for yourself, and usually you go and share the place vacant in the next available table. The guy who took your bill, will bring precisely what you ordered to your table. They serve arguably the best breakfast you might get anywhere in India.
I have been to this place only once. It was recommended by a lot of friends. I loved that place and would recommend it too. When you go to Pune next, go to the German Bakery. Somebody bombed it today. 8 people died and 30+ injured.
They will probably frisk you silly before you enter that place again. But you should go. I will go too. This bomb shouldn't change us.
He lives in the street next to German bakery. I hope you meet him. He lives under the table of one of those shops that sell footwear on the lane leading to Osho ashram. He has a limp and is fond of marking his territory. I wonder what he made of that big bang noise. I wonder if he would change. Tell him he shouldn't. He is a smart dog. He would understand.
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