The day my patrón killed an Italian…


It was a usual friday and a friday lunch is what I always look forward to in my drab work life. And there I was, at dot 1400hrs, standing facing the oh-so-familiar white board which announces ‘Todays mainu’ and found myself scratching my head trying very hard to decipher a particular item on it and voila! we had a ‘murdered’ italian exotica on our mainu…mama mia!!