"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet" is a popular reference to William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet, So what's in a name?
Once in a while (read - more often than I would like), I indulge in my food cravings and love for the chinese ... food i.e.. That's what happened last saturday and I decided to order lunch .... just because...
The Swiggy equivalent here at Lux is webfood.lu, loads of cuisines and takeaway options on display at the site. Most of the places have free 'livraison' for orders upto certain amount. And before you go awwwing over something free, 'livraison' means delivery 😀.
A few filters and there was the restaurant of my choice. I zeroed in on one of my recent discoveries while sauntering around the neighbourhood. What had appealed to me at the outset, was that the restaurant had a nice sit out area and seemed a fairly popular one with the locals. So I said to my myself, ''why not'', quickly created a profile on the website and browsed through the online menu. I loved the selection of meals they had and the clear descriptions helped shortlist a few. The mild rumbling in my tummy quickened my decision making and so I ordered. A few texts later, I was informed that the time between gluttony and delivery would be roughly half an hour.
Moments ticked by, my rumblings turned louder and a quick glance at the watch said that a good 45 minutes had passed. That was strange.. This country was known for keeping trysts with time. I figured a walk to the place would have done further wonders to my gastric juices and gastronomic senses than this idling away in anticipation of food to be delivered.
Anyways, I looked up the restaurant number and with all the french (of level A1.1) that I knew, I understood that my saviour should arrive in another 5 mins. True to word, my phone rang within the next couple of minutes and I was subjected to a mandarin punctuated french (and I completely empathize, my spoken and broken french sounds weird with the Indian twist). Cut to scene: the delivery person had come and was unable to find the apartment, I thought that was strange and tried to use google translate to understand the matter further (my elementary knowledge of french had abandoned me by then 😅 ). A few translations later, I understood he was at the lobby but not able to find my name on the doorbell. I rushed out in a bid to salvage my tummy from the perils of hunger.
I found the delivery person with my parcel, PHEW! With no google translate, we were literally down to hand signals and I pointed out the name on the apartment doorbell. With a nod of his head and I what flashed across his face as some divine revelation, the person showed me the delivery slip... and here it is for your view as well...
Yes you keen observer you, you spotted it! Congratulations. Somebody had typed in a twice misspelled rendition of my name and wrote it as 'Babore Tacori'.. 😂 Wow! not once but twice? Man, that is funny.
I have had people misspelling and mispronouncing my name out of sheer cluelessness and sometimes out of meanness 😠, some out of creativity and some out of cruelty but then what can I say to the mean ones except ,'GROW UP!' Anyways since this blog is not dedicated to mean souls, so let me not dwell further on that.
Back to the delivery guy: he very politely apologized for the apparent mispelling and delay, offered some explanation (which I have no understanding of) and left with a smile. The earnestness of the whole demeanour left me quite impressed. They just added one more loyalist to their customer list.
Needless to say, food was superb and with this .... 'Babore Tacori' signs off forever, Papori, on the other hand will continue to write about her experiences.
Learnings this time, a few
Learning #9: Good to have a sense of humour. drowns anger and hunger 😈
Learning #10: Google Translate, Zindabad!
Learning #11: What's in a name ? .... I say ''Everything'' !
Coming up next: Expecting our first...
Once in a while (read - more often than I would like), I indulge in my food cravings and love for the chinese ... food i.e.. That's what happened last saturday and I decided to order lunch .... just because...
The Swiggy equivalent here at Lux is webfood.lu, loads of cuisines and takeaway options on display at the site. Most of the places have free 'livraison' for orders upto certain amount. And before you go awwwing over something free, 'livraison' means delivery 😀.
A few filters and there was the restaurant of my choice. I zeroed in on one of my recent discoveries while sauntering around the neighbourhood. What had appealed to me at the outset, was that the restaurant had a nice sit out area and seemed a fairly popular one with the locals. So I said to my myself, ''why not'', quickly created a profile on the website and browsed through the online menu. I loved the selection of meals they had and the clear descriptions helped shortlist a few. The mild rumbling in my tummy quickened my decision making and so I ordered. A few texts later, I was informed that the time between gluttony and delivery would be roughly half an hour.
Moments ticked by, my rumblings turned louder and a quick glance at the watch said that a good 45 minutes had passed. That was strange.. This country was known for keeping trysts with time. I figured a walk to the place would have done further wonders to my gastric juices and gastronomic senses than this idling away in anticipation of food to be delivered.
Anyways, I looked up the restaurant number and with all the french (of level A1.1) that I knew, I understood that my saviour should arrive in another 5 mins. True to word, my phone rang within the next couple of minutes and I was subjected to a mandarin punctuated french (and I completely empathize, my spoken and broken french sounds weird with the Indian twist). Cut to scene: the delivery person had come and was unable to find the apartment, I thought that was strange and tried to use google translate to understand the matter further (my elementary knowledge of french had abandoned me by then 😅 ). A few translations later, I understood he was at the lobby but not able to find my name on the doorbell. I rushed out in a bid to salvage my tummy from the perils of hunger.
I found the delivery person with my parcel, PHEW! With no google translate, we were literally down to hand signals and I pointed out the name on the apartment doorbell. With a nod of his head and I what flashed across his face as some divine revelation, the person showed me the delivery slip... and here it is for your view as well...
Yes you keen observer you, you spotted it! Congratulations. Somebody had typed in a twice misspelled rendition of my name and wrote it as 'Babore Tacori'.. 😂 Wow! not once but twice? Man, that is funny.
I have had people misspelling and mispronouncing my name out of sheer cluelessness and sometimes out of meanness 😠, some out of creativity and some out of cruelty but then what can I say to the mean ones except ,'GROW UP!' Anyways since this blog is not dedicated to mean souls, so let me not dwell further on that.
Back to the delivery guy: he very politely apologized for the apparent mispelling and delay, offered some explanation (which I have no understanding of) and left with a smile. The earnestness of the whole demeanour left me quite impressed. They just added one more loyalist to their customer list.
Needless to say, food was superb and with this .... 'Babore Tacori' signs off forever, Papori, on the other hand will continue to write about her experiences.
Learnings this time, a few
Learning #9: Good to have a sense of humour. drowns anger and hunger 😈
Learning #10: Google Translate, Zindabad!
Learning #11: What's in a name ? .... I say ''Everything'' !
Coming up next: Expecting our first...
