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The Green-est spot in Namma Bengaluru!

Last Sunday Poonam pinged asking if we could meet for lunch and since everybody was looking forward to the much hyped India - Pak ODI, I decided to restructure the plan and meet her for breakfast instead.
Inherently, both of us are dog lovers and having heard of the dog park @Cubbon, I thought it would be nice to check out the doggies, fill in a quick walk and then head out for a hearty breakfast in order to finish off with a weekly dose of girl gossip.
A majestic black coloured gate which is cordoned by brick-red walls introduces you to the entrance of the park and usually you will find alot of bikes parked here on a Sunday morning. A tarred road guides you to the inhouse library and enroute you will see a small park to your left which is usually marked by the woofs of various dogs.
At first glance, you will see a variety of dogs running helter-skelter. A word of caution, please be vigilant and look out for the tiny Chihuahaus which run around in a hyper manner and are prone to come under your feet while walking. Ask me, I almost kicked one off the ground while I was mindlessly engaged with Poonam on a topic.Beagles are now very much in fashion - like how the Pugs were a couple of years ago. If you're lucky, you may spot a Husky as well. Although, I feel sorry for them for having had to tolerate the not-so cool weather of Bengaluru with a coat of fur like theirs. Also, you may spot some rather suspicious looking dog owners who would be caught oogling at girls. So take a note of that and avoid them.
Cubbon park in itself is a huge area and I believe there are a variety of groups which meet at the venue every Sunday to explore common interests like Yoga & running to photography and laughter clubs. In case you're interested, Facebook would be a good avenue to research further.
All in all, it is a huge green space in the heart of the city which provides you with a much needed opportunity to fill up your lungs with some fresh oxygen and I pray that this space continues to thrive and is not erased overnight in order to make way for some kind of concrete development.
After a brief walk of an hour, we headed to the nearby breakfast joint - Airlines Hotel. At first glimpse, I could spot umpteen SUVs and luxurious cars parked in the courtyard and hence I fathomed I had landed at a place which had some kind of a nostalgia element attached to it. I've been told that this restaurant has been around for years together and no one really knows the reason for it being so famous.Sheltered under a huge banyan tree with a couple of tables  laid out, it looked like an open air canteen of a small office space. Like any other place with such an appeal, it is difficult to find a table here at first go. We had to squander from table to table in order to request the occupants to either allow us to share their tables or borrow an unoccupied chair. After a bit of struggle, we managed to share a table with two borrowed chairs. This made me feel as if I had earned my breakfast as opposed to casually strolling in and ordering the same.
Amidst this chaos, I noticed the dosa which was ordered by the other occupant at the table. It was a short cone albeit the outsides were fried crisp with droplets of fat oozing out which glistened in the morning sunlight. Accompanying it was a humble bowl of red sambar and white coconut chutney. Without looking at the menu, I knew instantly what would be on my plate that morning. Poonam ordered for a modest puri-bhaji along with 2 glasses of watermelon juice for us.
Let me add that this place does not have a fancy menu as such. A short one with the regular stuff like idli, wada, dosa, khara bhath etc. What's commendable is the size of our glasses in which filter coffee was served to us. Trust me, I thought it was cold coffee that was offered to us instead of filter coffee! The size of the glass was unlike the cutting-chai style and honestly this was what made me the happiest!I like to have a large cup of tea / coffee unlike the regular or small size of glasses. I extremely adore the ginger tea at Chai Point and hence I always go for a large cup size. From this, my level of happiness can be gauged on receiving a large sized cup of coffee for the price of a small one.
Taste wise, my dosa may have been out of this world but Poonam's puri-bhaji not so much. Also, there were some grumpy waiters amongst the staff members who were yelling unnecessarily and spoiling the ambiance on a lovely Sunday morning. Waiting times to take your order and receive the same were a turn-off especially when you are super hungry after a morning walk.
Our brekkie did not not leave us feeling full and neither did we want to take the risk to re-order considering the amount of time taken to serve us. Hence, we decided to head to a different place in order to continue with out conversation. Having always visited SodaBottleOpenerwala in the evenings, this time we decided to head over for breakfast instead.
To my surprise, this place has an AMAZING vibe in the mornings as well. There was a live band performance and a carefully curated breakfast menu. What caught my attention was the Parsi egg omelette which comprised of more than 6 eggs. Apparently weight lifting is a dominant profession amongst parsis and this was one of the cheapest means to meet their daily protein dietary needs.
Along with the decor, lighting and the cordial staff this place stole my heart yet again.
I would strongly recommend that this place should be visited on a Sunday morning for a change.

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