A trip to MTR, located just next to Lalbagh, is mandatory if you are visiting Bengaluru. For a new comer, the place, which looks like a small 3 story residential dwelling, can be very confusing.
When you enter, you see a guy sitting behind a small table, number of dhoti clad men loitering around, a small staircase leading upwards and a strong pervading smell of sambhar. If you insist, you can prepay here for your tea or coffee but nothing else. Any further question, you are directed to staircase.
What you see upstairs is a medium sized room fitted with wooden benches and lots of people waiting. Room is adorned with old photographs. The room appears more like the waiting room of a medical practitioner than a restarunt. On the side there is a guy sitting next to a half closed sliding door with a writing pad. He asks for your name and points out to one of the wooden benches.
You sit and wait. Minutes tick by. Nothing happens. After a long wait of 20 odd minutes, the sliding door opens and a group of people trickles out. After some time the door keeper announces names of people, who can go in. If you are lucky you get in, otherwise have to wait for the next lot.
Finally you get into another room with old wooden tables and chairs. Dhoti clad waiters rush about and take orders. You order what you want and wait again.
After a while, food arrives. The first bite itself would tell you that why the wait was worth it. Dosas are fab. Never eaten that good a Dosa. Even tea and coffee are good. I get my favourite black filter coffee.
Waiters are very friendly. He tells me that the place is 98 years old. He brings the bill. Surprisingly amount is very modest.
As you walk out you are filled with satisfaction and happyness. That is all what MTR is about.
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