Last night I went to Krishna.
Address: Malabia 1833
Cost: $37 pesos, included wheat bread w red hummus, salad, and a shot of chai
It came highly recommended from my friend Michele, who had just eaten lunch there.
Before I arrived, I was walking a ton, and the Swedish girl, Emelie, who was going to eat vegetarian with me was unreachable, and I was starting to feel anxious about eating alone as I passed many restaurants with romantic couples hovering over candlelight.
But when I got to Krishna, that solo-anxiety quickly passed, with the invigorating Indian chanting music and the groovy ambiance. I sat inside nestled on a low bench with pillows and a low table, and a wave of joy washed over me as I was even inspired to copy the Buddhist quote on the menu in my notebook.
I had the Lassi, which was very foamy and fresh and flavorful of banana, strawberry, and apple, but too small! 1/4 of the class was an ice-cube.
Then, feeling very hungry but wanted crunchy and raw, I ordered the salad.
Even though he looked like he was a “rub my tummy” fellow with his shaved head and kilt, he kept nudging me for what I wanted to order. Well, it’s just good – attentive – service, I told myself, and carried on laid back in my Zen-bliss.
But then, despite grooving to the “Hare Krishna” music and overwhelmed with a deep sense of “the food prepared with love” (as it says on the menu), my heart sank when the salad arrived. It was a total disappointment. It looked like they had bought a can of corn, a can of shredded carrots, some lettuce, and some chopped watercress, and a pack of raisins, and laid them out on a plate accordingly.
After I ate, my stomach hurt and I laid, now quite uncomfortably, on the low bench against a ledge that butted into my upper back.
The other couples in Hare Krishna seemed very happy, but my discomfort grew, and as I looked at the food around me it, like steamed vegetables in chaputis, it all looked either very dry or filled with cheese. The music, which at the beginning put me into the groove, now seemed too loud and banged at the unhappy salad in my stomach.
