April 19, 2004

McMaharaja Burger

Back home, I'd really rather dine out of a garbage bin than eat at McDonald's. But there's something about being in a faraway country that suddenly makes the banal (and gratuitously unappetising) consumerism from back home seem somehow exotic and appealing.

It all started with a McMaharaja Burger at McDonald's, and escalated into a trip to Whimpy's (the poor man's McDonald's) and Pizza Hut, and a shopping spree at the Addidas, Nike, Reebok, Levis and Samsonite stores... among others.

After two trips and a more than a week altogether, I never saw the Red Fort or Hummayum's Tomb or any of the other grand attractions that Delhi is famous for. But I did get a belly ache from McDonald's and am now the proud owner of a pair of black laceless 'All-Conditions-Gear' Nikes. Just do it!

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