So last week we continued our search for good cafes and reached Khan market. We had a list of cafes that we wanted to try out here. Khan market as I realised was this two and a half lanes full of food places, cafes and shops. By now I was getting used to the narrow side streets of Delhi (flashforward: my view will change when I visit my cousin in Gurgaon the next week!)
After walking around for a while and soaking in the many different outlets, and flipping through the menus which were conveniently placed under the supervision of a security guard, we decided to walk into Amici Cafe.
We walked in and were greeted by the owner (or perhaps his son) who seemed courteous, but not very focused. I wasn't sure he even listened to me when I spoke. In any case, we went up and waited a while to be seated. But no one really asked us anything. I was quite glad to see the open kitchen where some guys were making fresh pizza in front of us and baking it in the oven. I showed some interest and asked one of them if I could take a picture, but all I got was a grrmph. No smile, no exchange of words, just a snort. After waiting for a while when we still couldn't attract anyone's attention, we decided to leave and go to our next destination.
While walking out, the owner (the son again) asked us if everything was ok. We told him that we could not find a place, so we may come back later. He immediately let us know how understaffed they were and hence there was no one to attend to us. While I wasn't expecting an excuse, I would have still walked out with the hope of returning back, but then he continued speaking.
Owner's son (looking at me): Where are you from?
My friend intervened: She is from London...
Owner's son (now looking at my friend): What about you?
My friend: I am from Delhi, but I haven't been here before...
Owner's son: Oh very good, very good, keep bringing them here...(pointing at me)
Needless to say I was not happy. What did he mean by them? I am not them! And why did he not ask my friend to keep coming back...especially since she is from the city? Does he only want foreign tourists in his cafe? And the main thing is that my friend is not his agent! Why should she bring him foreign guests at all?
That was the end of our Amici experience. From here we decided to walk down to Turtle Cafe our next stop.
Sell Coffee, not your soul
After walking around for a while and soaking in the many different outlets, and flipping through the menus which were conveniently placed under the supervision of a security guard, we decided to walk into Amici Cafe.
We walked in and were greeted by the owner (or perhaps his son) who seemed courteous, but not very focused. I wasn't sure he even listened to me when I spoke. In any case, we went up and waited a while to be seated. But no one really asked us anything. I was quite glad to see the open kitchen where some guys were making fresh pizza in front of us and baking it in the oven. I showed some interest and asked one of them if I could take a picture, but all I got was a grrmph. No smile, no exchange of words, just a snort. After waiting for a while when we still couldn't attract anyone's attention, we decided to leave and go to our next destination.
While walking out, the owner (the son again) asked us if everything was ok. We told him that we could not find a place, so we may come back later. He immediately let us know how understaffed they were and hence there was no one to attend to us. While I wasn't expecting an excuse, I would have still walked out with the hope of returning back, but then he continued speaking.
Owner's son (looking at me): Where are you from?
My friend intervened: She is from London...
Owner's son (now looking at my friend): What about you?
My friend: I am from Delhi, but I haven't been here before...
Owner's son: Oh very good, very good, keep bringing them here...(pointing at me)
Needless to say I was not happy. What did he mean by them? I am not them! And why did he not ask my friend to keep coming back...especially since she is from the city? Does he only want foreign tourists in his cafe? And the main thing is that my friend is not his agent! Why should she bring him foreign guests at all?
That was the end of our Amici experience. From here we decided to walk down to Turtle Cafe our next stop.
Sell Coffee, not your soul
heh entertaining as always :). Seems so appropriate to read a blog on coffee and cafe's which visiting a friend in Seattle, a city that prides its coffee selection (not Starbucks).
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