Bloated Ballad at Hotel Rameshwaram

Hotel Rameshwaram, the famed dosa paradise that whispered tales of gastronomic delight that had heard countless times from visiting countrymen during my tenure iBangkok's Oh, how the stories tantalized my taste buds, promising crispy dosas with a golden hue, luring me like a siren's call.

Upon my return, a pilgrimage to this dosa haven became an urgent quest. Yet, as fate would have it, my fervor was met with a culinary plot twist! The dosas emerged, glistening like sunlit ponds, only to reveal their clandestine affair with an excessive amount of oil and ghee.

In a moment of undeterred enthusiasm (read: sheer gluttony), I plunged into this golden delight, savoring the initial crispness that danced on my palate. But oh, the betrayal! As the meal progressed, my belly inflated like a hot air balloon on a mission, leaving me bloated and burdened with regret for a full day!

Oh, the travesty! The dosas, promising the elixir of satisfaction, instead plotted to turn me into a bloat-filled balloon, floating through the day with the grace of a grounded blimp.

In the aftermath of this oily uprising within my digestive kingdom, a solemn decision emerged from the oil slicked ruins: to bid farewell, a dramatic exit from Hotel Rameshwaram's dosa empire. For never again shall I risk a gastro adventure resembling a tumultuous sea voyage in pursuit of culinary blissIt's said that one should never meet their heroes; perhaps, the same goes for eagerly anticipated dosas in this comical gastronomic journey of mine!