A short while back, I had a craving satisfied. It wasn't just the product, it was the familiarity. It was the casual experience I've had a million times before. It was the queuing up, like visiting the Soup Nazi. Make your order. Shift to the right. Make your payment. Shift to the right.
But this was Mumbai. It was right around the corner from the Taj Hotel. The setting was like a large living room with several comfy chairs, a table and a shitload of hipsters. Felt like calling up my buddy, Tony, to come and meet me for a caffeinated beverage or two. Unfortunately, it would take about 3-4 weeks for him to arrive. Well, at least, I'd have coffee.
