Monday at Rocci and New Bombay

Ces and I had dinner one time at a restaurant in Greenbelt (which is now extinct, thankfully) and we were so apalled at what was served to us that we were prompted to go somewhere else to eat again. Add to that the fact that my friend put in an accidental 'sprinkling' of chili flakes into her rice meal which totally emptied the shaker and we were off. Our dissatisfaction prompted us to hop into a cab and go to this Indian place I knew along H.V de la Costa.

At first I was apprehensive that Ces wouldn't like the food because some people have an aversion to unfamiliar spices and flavors. I no longer remember what we ate that night but I do remember that my doubts were unfounded. Fast forward to years after that dinner, we met up last Monday to enjoy good old Indian food at the same restaurant, New Bombay. The furnishings were a giveaway as to how long we hadn't eaten there. The place was twice as big as before, the tables and chairs were replaced, but the food remained the same. Here's Ces, happy as ever that we were fulfilling her craving for Indian cuisine.

Eating at that place reminded me of the last few Indian meals I've had early this year.

                                                                                                                                                                              Me and my sis at an Indian resto in Newcastle, UK. 

This was a stone's throw away from the lovely 

Gateshead Millenium bridge

 Indian meal in London, near West End before watching Billy Elliot

It’s always so much fun catching up with friends, especially if it’s over good food. As usual, we had a great time chatting away while we dipped chapatti into the tikka masala sauce. We talked and bit every inch of the chutney-covered samosa. 

There was still time and tummy room for dessert so I decided to bring Ces to Rocci, a small coffee and cake shop along Malugay St. When I say small, I mean four-table small. I stumbled upon Rocci when I was applying for my UK visa and needed a space to park. My first finds were their thin Belgian crisps and the delectable chocolate flourless cake. 

 

For dessert that afternoon Ces tried the fudgy walnut brownie di gelato along with a cup of brewed coffee. I had the usual choco flourless cake and tried the iced coffee too. 

 
A few hours and several hundreds or thousands of calories later, we were already talking about our next food trip. Up this Saturday, Crustasia with preggy Ja (and Baby Alfonso).