Stormy D.
Yelp
One is ensnared by the authoritative regional Hyderabadi menu, into a gloomy cave of dashed expectations thereafter. The gongura chicken arrives bewildered, already shredded in a pre-prepped vat, now peremptorily dunked in an over-reheated sour mash. Saddening further, is a melancholy dumb biryani rice, bone dry, innocent of flavor, whose only job is to cloak the exceedingly charmless meat pieces from the aghast eaters eyes. The yoghurt and salan condiments are frozen possibly with fear, of any mingling with the mains, and the loathing is mutual. The paneer kulcha arrives, protesting of being rushed uncooked, scantily dressed with a fairy dusting of paneer within. One pays up fast to leave the cave untainted, but a wisp of despair whispers after, "duped again!"