As I entered the Indian restaurant, the brightness of the colours and the loudness of the noise thrilled the homesick me to bits.
After the starters, sunk in to the Parathas and Bhaingan masala. The food was hot and tasty
I noticed a good looking, long-haired Indian speak in an alien American twang "Dad, look at this. We can get the same food in this restaurant that we would get back in India. But then, we dont have undergo the hassle of clogged drains, bad road and hot weather like the folks down there".
Just then I noticed, the rice wasnt well cooked and the Bhaingan masala had way too much spice.
Quickly called the check and left the fake India.