That day at a Chocolate Cafe

So they say, 'humari chocolate sauce aur chocolate imported hain' and we believe it. Really! Which is basically why there exists a hype about the oh-so-chocolatish Butlers' Chocolate Cafe and no parking space outside the building. I missed the opening of the cafe which I regretted only until yesterday, 7 pm to be more precised (which is when I looked at my plate).

A friend who had been there before said, 'pehle tau glass ka size bara tha, serving kum nahi ho gayee?' traumatized by merely looking at the waiter holding the glass of the shake in his hands even before putting it on the table for her. She explained to us friends, who were acquaintances to the place, the gigantic glasses they used to serve in before, which was only about a month ago, or maybe a month and a half. Oh anyway, moving on.

Let's talk about the ambiance. The music was low, lightening was fine, the display area was well designed, the sitting area and the surroundings were all good, but it was difficult to talk to the person sitting in front of you without actually screaming. 'KYA, CAN YOU REPEAT, AWAZ NAHI AYI?!' yeah just like that. Why? because it was too crowded and people were even louder. Or perhaps there was something noisy about that place, except for the music and chit chat, there was... some sort of a secret noise.

I have to admit that they are cooperative, they want to give the customer whatever he wants. Let's move to the part where they shatter all your expectations. A friend explained to the waiter that he wanted something that would have three things essentially: bananas, chocolate, and vanilla ice cream. What the waiter offered him was an extra topping of bananas which he would get from the rerhi wala outside, and for cutting it into slices and placing them on his dish, he would charge about 200 bucks which after his bargain and bashing came down to 60 bucks. Cool, no?!

What was more cooler, was the fact that the waiter (don't know if that's what he should be called) carried an iPad, oooooh yeeees, he took orders on that little, one of its kind, technological device. And do NOT under any circumstances try and ask for the WiFi password. They'll tell you 'hum iPad use kerte hain sir, password nahi de sakte'. Is it not interesting? I never knew you couldn't share passwords because you used iPads.

Now, the serving size is not worth the price, they charge you but they give you a lot less food. I got shocked looking at those two little triangular waffles and seven pieces of chopped banana on the top, oh also the eight or nine little pieces of nuts, not to be forgotten. The scoop of ice cream was more like a spoon of ice cream. Coming to what the chocolate sauce tasted like, well my ambassador of Butlers' friend finally claimed 'haan you're right, galay main ja k lag rahi hai' after I refused to eat it. Don't know how she ate that brownie in the sundae!

Coming down to drinks!!! So a friend asked for lemonade, what we all know as leemoopaani to which the waiter recommended her a magical experience in a bottle, yes, the-according-to-him best lemon drink man had ever blended: perfect mix of magic and juice. You do not want to know how it tasted. No! because I sipped it, and she sipped it too, and so did the rest.

All in all, it was a disappointment. Especially knowing that it opened only a few weeks earlier and the standard of food had already dropped down.