Stephen up there was completely taken aback by the Volga restaurant on Connaught Place. He kept on telling me how the interior of the place looked straight out of an old Communist movie, and I had better be nice to the portly steward who was serving us, or he might slip in some standard KGB-issue poison in our dal makhani... Perhaps that explains the psychotic grins Satori was giving my camera.
On my last day in Delhi, I went back for North Indian food at CP, but to the Delhi Durbar this time, and not Volga. This place had the most amazing pictures on the walls - completely old world charm, paint peeling off, crying out for restoration, but still so damn
vibrant...! There was the nawab...
... and his nautch girl.
Stephen up there was completely taken aback by the Volga restaurant on Connaught Place. He kept on telling me how the interior of the place looked straight out of an old Communist movie, and I had better be nice to the portly steward who was serving us, or he might slip in some standard KGB-issue poison in our dal makhani... Perhaps that explains the psychotic grins Satori was giving my camera.
On my last day in Delhi, I went back for North Indian food at CP, but to the Delhi Durbar this time, and not Volga. This place had the most amazing pictures on the walls - completely old world charm, paint peeling off, crying out for restoration, but still so damn vibrant...! There was the nawab...
... and his nautch girl.
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