You can take me out of Pune, but you cannot take Pune out of me. This from someone born, brought up in Pune, and who went to college in the Deccan area, and has seen popular eating places and hangouts , change hands over the years.
This one has not.
My friend Shakti Salgaonkar, just posted this capture of a Omellete Pav Sandwhich she probably had at an early morning breakfast in Pune's Cafe Goodluck at Deccan. A traditional Irani place, having catered to at least 3 generations of folks , from a time, when anything beyond East Street, Parvati, Pune Station, and University was considered "out of town" .
Sometimes, you see a photograph and feel full . This was one of those days.
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थंडीत , आजूबाजूची टेनिस खेळून येणारी शुभ्र कपडे परिधान केलेली मध्यम वयीन मंडळी , आणि टेकडी वरून खाली उतरून, वैशाली च्या नाकावर टिच्चून तिला भेटायला येणारी "गुडलक गुडलक" म्हणणारी बाकीची . सोनेरी गाउन वर कांद्याचे स्वारोव्स्की , आणि पुणेरी मिरची कोथिम्बिर बुट्टे, आणि घेर सांभाळत , चाय च्या वाफा चुकवत ती येते, पावाच्या मिठीत शिरते , आणि उन्हाच्या खिडकीतून येणार्या कवडस्याच्या ताज्या उजेडात तिचा आयुष्याचा शेवटचा फॉक्सट्रोट
सुरु होतो….
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Early misty Deccan winter mornings, middle aged voluble champions in tennis whites aggregating there along with those having descended the Tekdi, having cocked a snook at Vaishali saying "Good Luck , Good Luck" . And she arrives, a vision in a golden gown, studded with Onion Swarovski mixing happily with Puneri Mirchi Kothimbir Buttaas, managing the spread amidst vapours of the tea, only to enter into the arms of a Pav. Amidst sunrays streaming intermittently through an old glass window she must now begin to dance the last Foxtrot of her life...... |
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