We werereally here for 2 things but actually Pondy has turned out to be great place to take a short break from the madness of the Tamil towns. There’s less honking, less cars almost and a nice cool breeze coming off the sea.
And there are baguettes. Crunchy sourdough ones filled with salad and grilled tuna. This is the first thing I eat and it would be a great sandwich anywhere. I feel a little bit like I’m giving in eating western food, but this is French India where the sandwiches and coffee rule, so I’m forced to indulge.
One night in and we decide to go to Satsanga, the restaurant across the street from our guesthouse, where for INR250 we can eat a fillet steak. Honestly I wasn’t really expecting that much, a sandwich was one thing but having decent meat and someone who can cook it is another.
But I was so wrong. It wasn’t just good; this was one of my all time favourite steak eating moments. I ask for rare thinking it’ll still be completely cremated, but it comes out almost bleu and so tender. It couldn’t have been more perfect for me. It’s actually as if I had shown them how cook it for me.
And hand cut chips, super crisp. Even the pepper sauce, although probably the weakest part of the meal was as good as many I’ve had in Europe. I’ve definitely seen worse being served. To top it off the give us half a loaf of home baked bread to mop up the plate with. Well maybe not specifically to do that but it’s what I use mine for.
The whole time I’m sitting there though, something is niggling at the back of my mind. How were these animals raised? How were they treated? What were they fed? So I’ve decided to set up a farm where I feed the cows banana peel and plastic bags. I’ll let them walk around towns and tie them up at the side of the motorway to make use of the grass there.
Hey, if it works here.