Saturday, July 11, 2009
NORBU:Until my dying day, I will swear by the momos of 'Norbu's.
Not to be mistaken with Nobu of London unless you've downed one too many.Situated in Jhalupara, the 'bronx' part of Shillong town Norbu's doesn't
pretend to be anything else than just what it is. A small joint that sells alcohol
and food. Norbu's boasts' of A-listers like the nearby parking attendant, the
coolie, the cab driver, the roadside labourer, the 'teer'seller and a cluster
of men who's profession is anybody's wild guess.Assuming you will go only for
the momos, and not for the clientele as charming as they are, be prepared to
be hit by the onslaught of alochol-infused smoke and a lot of testosterone.This 'club' is
patronised by men only.Of course with the exception of moi. I don't blame the
ladies for the poor attendance as women are not allowed to drink in here.Not
that it stopped me.My male companion just appeared to be slightly more
desperate than usual by ordering several rounds of drinks and no one batted an
eyelid.Surreptitously sipping the hooch and ineffectively hiding the glass
behind the water jug whenever somebody passed our cabin, I wolfed down the
light and paper-thin if a bit-oily- momos by the dozens.Not that I should have
bothered.No not about the wolfing down bit of the said momos but the hiding
of glass/covert sipping.As long as I didn't try to open a bottle by crashing it
on someone's head I was covered. Now that's the beauty of Norbu's.I wonder
if you're one of those who appreciates a place like this.No one cares who you
are, what you're wearing,what you're talking...or how you're talking.Don't get
me wrong, I love the swanky club scene as much but at Norbus'what you see is
what you get.No pretense...that's always refreshing for me. Try the chilly
chicken(dry)...quite something. Tip: If you're a woman, try to go with a male friend.And needless to say, don't
attempt to dance on the table.Just don't dance. Anywhere.
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