As part of the we must cover every eating joint within a walkable distance of the workplace, at least twice, and in case of the cheesecake place at least five times (once for each flavour), before the workplace moves away from this awesome foodie and shopper-friendly location in heart of city to the back of the urban woods exercise, India Coffee House has been covered twice.

Primarily, for the sake of the masala dosas. Awesomeness. Thin, crisp, good stuffing, and if you’re an optimist, you could always consider the lack of the sambar a plus, since it prevents them serving you some brown watery liquid.

The ICH menu is a work of art. It's a single sheet of A4 size paper, with a nice typewriten list of items. part of the aesthetic appeal lies in the right hand price column, which looks like a relic of bygone days. No complaints here at all:)

Among other words guaranteed to make one jump for joy are ‘potato finger chips’. Potato finger chips, note, not Fries. Now, we're talking good ole finger chips here, not fries. These are those fat, thick, pieces of potato, dripping in oil, sprinkled with some indiscernible combination of spices and / or black salt, served with unbranded vegetable ketchup, purchased wholesale. The ones in which the taste of the potato actually survives because it’s so thick. This is of course completely unrelated to those golden-yellow slender thingies that get sprinkled only with a teensy measure of white salt and are served with all the oil gently patted away, and accompanied by a Re.1 pouch of branded tomato ketchup. Good enough, but not the same:o

The arghness though, and there invariably is one, is that these potato finger chips on the menu, on all two recent occasions, have stayed solely on the menu. Each attempt at ordering is met with a firm Not there!

Siiighhh...no fair:(