I had a KFC attack yesterday. So after a satisfying evening of lingerie shopping and dinner at McDonald's, during which we happened to talk about the KFC outlet in Calcutta, I was craving for some KFC-style chicken. The attack was serious. I couldn't get past it. Now Delhi doesn't have a KFC damn it). So the least I could do was call up Slice of Italy at 11. The conversation went like this:
Slice Guy: What would you like today ma'am?
Me: Chicken wings. Now you have two types. One I had last time. It was really bad you know. Soggy and dripping with sauce.
SG (started checking his records): But the last time you had a pollo risotto.
Me: No I mean last to last time, maybe before that. But I need some KFC style chicken. Please.
SG: Ok (pause) you can try out the spicy chicken wings.
Me: But I want it done up well. Like baked very nicely.
From the next room S who was on the phone kept saying, "I can hear what you are saying. God!"
The chicken arrived sometime before midnight. I was happy. The chicken was not bad. Not ala KFC but definitely a big improvement on the chicken wings I had last time from Slice. So I finished reading Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi along with a box of chicken wings by my side. It was bliss.