Tummy tales at the Physio

I am just back from a physio session.

My current physio is a Mangalorean. Most of the other patients who come to his clinic seem to be East Indians or Goans. Which is why it almost feels like one is in the Bandra Gym when there.

Today I entered the tiny clinic to find myself in the middle of an animated conversation between the doc and an East Indian patient about the beef fry at Sneha. Doc told us about how difficult it used to be get the beef fry as it would almost always get over when he reached. It's now off the menu of course because of the beef ban.

Turned out they had it one day at Sneha when he went there before they stopped serving need and the doc placed his order for the beef fry.

'One mutton sukka parcel' said the guy at the counter.

Doc said that he got frazzled. ' I like food but am not a foodie. I don't remember names of dishes. I thought I got the name wrong and that my wife would get angry man.'

The Sneha manager reassured him that they referred to beef as mutton to avoid controversy but it was beef.

Doc almost doubled up in laughter as he recounted the story.

The other patient was done and as he got up said 'doc I will get you the pork chops from Bandra Gym'.

My ears perked up though I was in the middle of a back extension.

There! I knew there would be a Bandra gym connection!

Exercises over, I lay down for diathermy. I prefer to close my eyes and nap as I get zapped. Except today the conversation was too riveting for that. Doc went into a monologue about the difference between the Mangalorean sannas and idli (former is fermented with toddy) and how the use of sugar was once a sign of being rich in mangalore where jaggery ruled. Now apparently it's all sugar and you get jaggery only in one shop there.

He then went on to speak about how memory, rather than taste, influences how one reacts to food. That his mother used to make soft cutlets which is why the harder cutlets that his wife makes don't work for him. That if your mother made watery daal (like mine did) no other daal that your wife (she hardly cooks) makes would work for you. 

He then told me about he defines 'best' by the price of a dish. 'If a tea costs Rs 200 I am going to see if it gives me as much incremental pleasure over my 15 Re tea'.

The machine beeped and it was time to get up.

Amazing how most of my docs love to talk about food.

Update, 17 April...today the doc and a patient had a vivid discussion on Goan sausages and how it is important to buy home made ones which are much better than store bought ones. on how Goan and East Indian sausages are different. Our doc, a Mangalorean, is more concerned about the taste than the origins. The conversation was sparked off when I said that the narrow physio bed reminds me of train bunks and that he should serve railway omelette breakfasts. To which he said he will provide beef sandwiches, I suggested choriz pao. The conversation on sausages started