After the Christmas pantomime at the Egmore museum theatre pasta bar seemed to me and my friends the most convenient option to have some filling pasta. I thought of starting off with a creamy chicken soup and Marconi chicken pasta as a treat for my languid self. Well, the annoying part was, by the time my creamy soup came my belly was half full with water that I kept sipping to appease my hunger whilst waiting for half an hour. The soup was watery and bland. My clumsy friend tipped his glass and water was all over the table. The waiter cleaned the table but thought convenient to leave the floor untouched. The pasta followed after what seemed to me ages by which I was too displeased to eat. The pasta was cooked well but it lacked flavor and the chicken ham stood out for the most part. I suppose they make pasta from scratch to take that long and to give me something so shoddy.
The place is dingy with only five-six tables and an exuding menu with a plethora of facts and fiction. The waiters gave us a mocking look as my friend struggled to pronounce but didn't think it professional enough to help us out.
By the time we left it was more than two hours of good time wasted, all of us unsatisfied and vowing never to return. The water on the floor left to dry on its own had become a dirty pool of slush drawing pictures of unhappy customers.
prestonhue
