And so back to "The City of Joy". But this time round sight seeing was gonna take a backseat as we set about gorging ourselves silly on the famous West Bengali cuisine. And boy did we manage that!It's not difficult to find a fine restaurant in this city - after all it was home to the Brits for decades! Peter Cat, a Kolkata institution, was a fine choice for a lunch-time Indian. The mutton and chicken kebabs a million miles away from the shyte served up by greasy locals in Ol'Blighty.
But surely no meal to date can top the gastronomic delights laid before us in Park Lane's most exclusive eatery, Cinnamon! Washed down with a handful of potent cocktails and a bottle of India's finest vino (it ain't great shakes but when in Rome....) we were blown away by the stuffed chicken breasts and succulent pot roasted lamb. Hmmm. Regrettably the last of the wine seemed to leave us both reeling and the short walk back to Sudder Street unfolded into something of a marathon!
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