Oh my god, I can relate to this so much. being a hotel operator, always wondered why breakfast takes the central stage of all meal experience in a decent hotel.
*Hotel complimentary breakfast* is the place where a man eats not out of hunger but out of a sense of recovering the room rent. At home two toasts suffice in the morning, but the moment he picks up a plate in the hotel the inner chartered accountant wakes up.
First he will put fruit because he has to look healthy, then next to it aloo paratha, idli, poha, sausages and a tiny croissant whose identity he doesn’t know but which is free so it must be respected.
As soon as the plate runs out of space he picks up a second plate and tells himself this is only for the omelette. The live-counter guy asks veg or cheese, onion, tomato, chilli, mushroom… now we are not ordering an omelette, we are giving information as detailed as choosing a life partner.
Then he puts bread in the toaster. It disappears from the bottom but never comes out. You bend over and peer inside as if a child has fallen into a borewell. Just then someone else’s burnt toast emerges from behind and he looks at you suspiciously as if you did something to his bread.
The coffee machine has six buttons. Press espresso and two spoons of sorrow drop into the cup. Press cappuccino and the machine first groans, then releases steam, then gives so much foam that the coffee ends up living somewhere underneath like a tenant.
You return to the table and your wife asks “Who will eat so much?” You say “I just took a little,” while looking at the table it seems the United Nations has sent famine-relief supplies. In between the waiter comes to clear plates and you, while saving the half-eaten idli, say “It’s still going on.” Is this a meal or an old EMI that must not be closed?
In the end the stomach has already surrendered but the eyes fall on the sweets. We wrap one muffin in a napkin and keep it for later. Then back in the room we cannot lie straight on the bed for two hours and proudly declare “No need for lunch today.” That is the real saving of hotel breakfast: money is saved for one meal and the digestive system does two days of overtime!
(From a post of a retired doctor friend.)
夏のWrist Game。
Rolex GMT-Master II “Sprite”のグリーンが、今日のコーデにちょうどいいアクセント。ブルー、ベージュ、そしてSprite Green…なぜか絶妙にハマる。
Summer Wrist game. The Rolex GMT-Master II “Sprite” bringing just the right splash of green to today’s outfit. Blue, beige and Sprite green… somehow it just works. #rolex #gmtmaster2 #rolexsprite #summetstyle
100%賛成です。もう薄型時計には脇役に回ってもらって、これからは Submariner と Black Bay 58 が主役ですね。薄型時計は、繊細で上品な手首の持ち主にお任せで(笑)。
Defiantly 100% agree. Move over slim watch. It's time for Submariner and Black Bay 58 to take over. Slim watches are for dainty ones :)
Slim watches are prized for their delicacy, but big ones convey a different kind of femininity. Here’s how one fan pulls them off. https://t.co/MKYEbSYBij
Slim watches are prized for their delicacy, but big ones convey a different kind of femininity. Here’s how one fan pulls them off. https://t.co/MKYEbSYBij
@baldassarreted Signed up, subscribed, followed.. done my bit. Love your videos though. You single handedly dragged me into the dark world (pun intended) of collecting watches.
A great op-ed. I read it this morning & I think he made three key points:
#1) The budget spends a lot of cash subsidizing unproductive economic activities. Energy subsidy is an example where it may make sense to subsidize the poor but everyone?
#2) What's with the private sector softness in investment? That we know actually. I would point to the bureaucratic nature of the Indian economy as making it very expensive to start, scale exit production. Hence high imports of goods, especially from China.