There are two kinds of people in Delhi. The ones who were born here and the ones who moved in later. The ones who were born have a sentimental attachment with Nirula’s, the ones who are not born here don’t understand the tears over thick bad pizza and other such stuff.
In 2001, the daughter of an IAS officer treated me to my first ice cream soda and hot choco fudge. I was as gareeb then as I am now. At around 60 bucks then, even daughter of a bureaucrat considered that a fair treat. The fudge came in a long glass with a long spoon. In 2014, the price is 160, came in a plastic glass with a plastic cup. The babu’s daughter will be ashamed to treat anyone to that.
