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terrible uncontrolled disaster, and at ninety miles per hour it hit him
apart, either.
Jonathan Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way
cultures. On the commission my colleagues and I represent the inter national
"Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea
Knuckles had told Slimy: stay as far away from the ditches as you can, jerk,

like dynamite. Jonathan Seagull exploded in midair and smashed down into a
actually, what else could he take me for? A stalker is a stalker. The more

WTF?

Casa Picola

We dined al fresco, right under speakers blaring bad music. Not a good beginning...

Don't believe them when they say that the pasta salad contains olives. It actually contains half an olive. And you don't even get the pleasure of eating that half whole(!). They had to go and cut into fine pieces... For prettifying purposes, of course.

Sun-dried tomato pasta- a most misleading dish, that. There were no sun-dried tomatoes in it. And it was sweet. A Bangalore thing, perhaps? This unwarranted sweetening of dishes... But not bad, really.

Assorted casserole. Or some such. What a waste of capsicum, mushrooms, cottage cheese, mashed potatoes and creamy oriental sauce (whatever that is). Sigh. The garlic bread was worth it though.

The caramel custard had the texture of coagulated, um, caramel custard; with a hint of basil. Very strange.

I wish the food was as fancy as the decor. Fancy for Casa's standards, that is.