One uneventful Saturday evening, we went to an Indian restaurant to eat. Invariably, fritters (mirchi bhajji or the long chilli spiced in chickpea batter and fried to be more specific) is the first appetizer hubby picks.

We placed the complete meal order after several contemplations. The server (obviously Desi) returned in a jiffy with something cooked v fast, soggy and not even room temperature. Guessing it may be someone's reject, we vouched to send it back.

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Me: This is not even crisp.That is the basic expectation from fritters.Please take this away and kindly bring crisp ones.

Waiter: "But, Crispy is Black!" (Note: these were his exact words!)

Me: Does color matter? 'Love the skin you are in' and bring me some Crispy fritters:-)