Havemore

Our first taste of true Indian cuisine at Havemore. I'd say it was a mid-upscale restaurant situated in the slums of some random part of delhi. We parked outside this slum next to trash, sleeping bums, and a half-collapsed shanty village. Actually, quite interesting... there was this guy who looked like he was 100 years old sleeping a blue couch. The sage of the slums? who knows, but it was a surreal scene.

The food was pretty good, actually, very good. We had nan, chicken marsala curry, and some other things. We also had a delicacy known as "The Ganges Drink"... straight from the Ganges... I wish i remembered the name but it was basically a green, murky, chili drink with strange things floating in it. The smell was sulfur and chili... only the pictures can describe what words can't.

We were greeted by some street performing children as we left the restaurant. The boy played a drum while the girl did cartwheels and hand springs.



Just another day in india

Response:
I wanted to get a picture of that old man in the alley sleeping on probably the most worn down couch in the world, but decided to just nab a shot when we got back from eating...of course, he was gone...not sure why, its not like that bum had really anywhere to go? Anyway, that drink that hahn ordered in the restaurant, really did smell and look like the ganges...i didnt taste the ganges personally, but im sure the drink wasn't that far off...hahn only got a quarter of the way through it, and he handed it over to me...i only had a couple sips, and was promptly defeated...we invited our tuk tuk driver to dine with us, but he declined. He was too busy getting his handout for taking us to the restaurant. This is how all of india works. Tuk tuk drivers ask you, the traveler or tourist, 'have you ever been to india before?'...you should say yes, and then pull out a knife and tell the driver 'if you take us to any shops, ill shiv you in the back'...but of course we said 'no', and before you know it, the tuker is taking you to all the places he knows (possibly personally or through some contact) that will pay him to bring americans/britains/australians/whities to said shop or restaurant...so this happened the whole trip, regardless of whether we told the fucking guy to take us somewhere else...welcome to india...