NIRUUUUULAAAAASSSSSS!!!!

I wrote them a rather stingy review, their little slips of evaluation, you see. The outlet at NFC is rather sad when you see it with the others. Yet, nirula’s is nirula’s. As my mom so aptly said it- It’s the one place, the only one where once you go in, you have to come out satisfied. This is unfortunately true, especially with Barista and CCD.

So, we’re sitting in Nirula’s and finally decide to get Hot Choc Fudges and no burgers, because of the stupid prices, almost as much as the Fudge. Gawk!! 20 bucks dudes, pull up your socks. The outlet, being rather sucky, gave us slightly disproportionate helpings. The rude bastard that I am I sent my sister to remedy this, eavesdropping all the while. Being a girl in these kinda situations helps a lot. Just 30 secs she’s talking and I hear the guy tell his partner- abbey dalne dey, tera kya jaa raha hai, haan! End result, there was another small scoop of ice-cream, extravagant amounts of the rich chocolate, which we all die for and nuts, which (hold your horses), I like. And the rest is happily clichéd. We left entirely satisfied! Surprisingly, I was the only one, out of the 4 of us, who actually finished the whole thing. Mann, how can you leave it…….