I can definitely report that I ate too much today, but if the truth be known I simply don't care, the food's that good here at The Park Hotel in New Delhi. I've told you already about yesterday's meal at the hotel's Fire restaurant and now a little bit about Mist. Alright, I've mentioned already that there's a self-service element to the food and that the Indian dishes are to die for, but today, on arriving around 2030hrs, I discovered that Mist has an a la carte menu too, and by that I mean you can get more than just Indian food. Pizza is on the menu, vegetarian lasagne, stuff like that, so I stuck with the Indian food, but was advised before sitting down to eat that if I purchase a voucher from the front desk (Rs1,300) it's far cheaper than if I simply didn't bother. So I bothered and then decided (who am I kidding, I'd decided long before I reached the restaurant) that I was going to have two helpings, and this time a starter too (chicken soup with a nice chunk of bread). I sat at the back of the restaurant in a kind of gallery area looking down on the main restaurant floor, just me and a bloke with a bald head and a long beard (yes, I think he was English). He'd been working out somewhere as I saw him in the lift earlier and now, still wearing his gym kit, he was sitting down and enjoying the food, like everybody else was, including yours truly.
As I simply can't be bothered to note down the names of all the dishes I sampled, take it from me that I had something from most of the hot bowls displayed, two main courses in other words and rounded off with three Indian sweets. I ordered a bottle of mineral water (still) and got down to the nitty gritty of getting stuck in. I did feel a little piggish afterwards and later quacked my way to the business centre on the hotel's 10th floor where I answered a few emails and started writing this blogpost. Here I am now at just gone 11pm feeling fretful because a meeting I had planned for tomorrow at 3pm has been cancelled, which is good and bad news. Good because it means that I can go to the Taj Mahal, although I'll be honest with you, it's such a faff to get there and back and it costs quite a bit, I don't think I'll bother; perhaps I'll simply visit the Red Fort instead. Decisions, decisions! It's bad news because one of the reasons I came here was to see the company that has cancelled the meeting. Very very annoying on that front, I can tell you. Or I might do absolutely nothing, just get up, have breakfast and loll about all day, but that would be wasteful and I'd end up trying to avoid the hasslers, like the Indian gentleman who starts up a conversation and simply hassles me all day, until I run for cover back at the hotel. He's like the human equivalent of a swarm of midges.
In truth, I'm not sure what to do, but it seems like a right waste of time just sitting here doing nothing, although I did have one good meeting today.
I skulked back to my room, feeling, it has to be said, a little despondent, but when I discovered that Jurassic Park 3 was on the television and I saw the familiar faces of Sam Neill, Laura Dern and that bloke from the movie Fargo, I jumped into bed and watched the last 40 minutes and then fell asleep, waking initially around 0500hrs and then again just after 0800hrs. Breakfast was another food fest and now it's 1212hrs and I should be outside, checking out the Red Fort, but I'm here writing this blogpost in the peace and quiet of the hotel's 10th floor business centre with views across the city. There's an interesting looking park across the street. Better go, but see you all later...
As I simply can't be bothered to note down the names of all the dishes I sampled, take it from me that I had something from most of the hot bowls displayed, two main courses in other words and rounded off with three Indian sweets. I ordered a bottle of mineral water (still) and got down to the nitty gritty of getting stuck in. I did feel a little piggish afterwards and later quacked my way to the business centre on the hotel's 10th floor where I answered a few emails and started writing this blogpost. Here I am now at just gone 11pm feeling fretful because a meeting I had planned for tomorrow at 3pm has been cancelled, which is good and bad news. Good because it means that I can go to the Taj Mahal, although I'll be honest with you, it's such a faff to get there and back and it costs quite a bit, I don't think I'll bother; perhaps I'll simply visit the Red Fort instead. Decisions, decisions! It's bad news because one of the reasons I came here was to see the company that has cancelled the meeting. Very very annoying on that front, I can tell you. Or I might do absolutely nothing, just get up, have breakfast and loll about all day, but that would be wasteful and I'd end up trying to avoid the hasslers, like the Indian gentleman who starts up a conversation and simply hassles me all day, until I run for cover back at the hotel. He's like the human equivalent of a swarm of midges.
In truth, I'm not sure what to do, but it seems like a right waste of time just sitting here doing nothing, although I did have one good meeting today.
I skulked back to my room, feeling, it has to be said, a little despondent, but when I discovered that Jurassic Park 3 was on the television and I saw the familiar faces of Sam Neill, Laura Dern and that bloke from the movie Fargo, I jumped into bed and watched the last 40 minutes and then fell asleep, waking initially around 0500hrs and then again just after 0800hrs. Breakfast was another food fest and now it's 1212hrs and I should be outside, checking out the Red Fort, but I'm here writing this blogpost in the peace and quiet of the hotel's 10th floor business centre with views across the city. There's an interesting looking park across the street. Better go, but see you all later...
