Sunday evening. Customers are trickling steadily to the fast food joint. Security guard in the entrance voluntarily helps you to park the vehicle even when there is no need. Staff in the order counter is busy taking the orders. One group is about to place a very big order. Each item is ordered a dozen. Delivery section is equally busy. The master dosa maker pours water in tava and it causes a hissss… sound and smoke. In a flash of second he pours the batter for two onion rava and one masala dosai. He completes his artistic touch to the dosa by making geometric circles. Oil is poured liberally over the dosas. One irked delivery staff tells the customer that he should have collected his chola batura long back. Suddenly the supervisor come to inspect and notes that the delivery staffs are not wearing gloves. He shouts “You Dogs. Are you not supposed to wear gloves? Wear them and serve.” Ironically one of the staff whom he is shouting is wearing the mala for sabarimala. Two staffs in the chat counter are unable to cater to the minimum orders. They rush through the preparation and it is very evident from the chat.
The fast food joint originally was in the business of making and marketing its own brand of chips, samosas and cutlets. They had earned a good name for their chips. Later they diversified into fast food. The food tasted awful and left a bitter taste in the mouth.