The last few weeks have seen the Hungry Hog family grow. We have two new kindred souls that have taken up the cup to help relieve some of the burden on our operations front.
One of them is no stranger to the blogosphere, (namely ours. It’ll be a miracle if he ever takes to the keyboard. A miracle I await with bated breath.)
Satyen Kotekar, winner of our grueling Hot Dog eating competition in December is the newest face at Hungry Hogs. With expansion plans going on full steam ahead. I am left somewhat outnumbered at Kormangla and have begun full on recruitment.
With the original Three Amigos of Hungry Hogs branching out to set up in greener pastures, I find myself feeling much like Atlas as he let the thought of him holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Granted I may not be likened to anything of Greek, Mythological decent, emotions and feelings can be likened can they not?
So yeah. Long story short. We have another one joining our ranks.
But his assimilation into the family was rather without consequence. Story not really worth telling your grand kids.
But the second soul, has a story that precedes him.
A gunslingers tale even. One shrouded in mystery and a heightened sense of misaligned decadence. (Sorry. I’ve been reading a little too much crime fiction lately.)
One night as I was closing up the diner, a lanky long-tressed mensch walked in. He looks around and points at the “We are hiring. (seriously.)” orange sign in the outlet.
“What kind of job.” He asks with a small smile.
“Pretty much everything. From cooking to cleaning and everything in between.” I reply.
“You have any experience?” I ask.
“No not really.”
“Well. Ok. Give us your number and well give you a call.”
And this intrepid adventurer and lone gunslinger walks away.
(The reason I overtly dramatise this particular characters' character is coz he warrants it.)
So his number was written down and the seeds were sown. But the amateur Farmville-rs that we are not forgot that the seed was planted.
And harvest season fast approacheth. (Read - plans of expansion were fast growing and future manpower became more of a concern than ever.)
And we remembered the lone gunslinger and called him up.
Krishna. Sound of mind and body. More Axe-slinger than gunslinger. (He is an extremely talented guitarist.) And rock music, head banging, pointlessly in your ear screaming aficionado. Kiznah (As I call him.) was adopted into this dysfunctional family of circus freaks (An understatement and an elaboration by any stretch of imagination.)
So now. We are SIX in number. The might of a small army. Armed with spatula’s and tongs. Geared to dish out the most delicious hot dogs this city has ever eaten.
All that aside. The past few weeks have been good to us. More importantly. The world cup has been good to us. With the matches being screened at the diner, we have a lot more visitors than usual. Who mostly come to catch a glimpse of the score, but are compelled to sit down and order after the siren’s call that is the smell of delicious hot dogs being made, comes wafting through the counter in the wall.
The India matches get particularly intense like the last match where we drew. People were screaming and cursing and cheering. Basically having a good time as they shared a bite with their friends.
Though free screenings also attract it’s share of NPC’s (non-paying customers) as I like to call them. In a country that is so passionate about the game, I think it is inevitable. And more over it adds to the feeling of watching the game live in a large crowd.
We also welcome the sporadic rains that have brought us relief from the onslaught of the sun and the advent of summer. Even though it promises to get hotter every time it rains, it’s still welcome.
As the recent budget has given us a lot to think about; we’re gonna give you something to drool about. Towards the end of March, we are slashing prices at the diner.
Yeah you heard us right. We’re gonna have offers that will put the many “instant-deal” companies to shame.
But brace yourself. Change is inevitable and with the world going to hell in a handcart and prices soaring like an eagle out to prove itself, our new menu will get a little bit more expensive. Sorry.
To ease the pain of the sad news. We at Hungry Hogs have whipped together out newest hotdog. The Painkiller.
See we do care about you. Early trials have shown some some serious frowns being turned upside down. We guarantee you that this one is the ultimate in soul food and if you wanna get your prescription, come on down to the diner.
For this is gonna be an exclusive diner hotdog. No deliveries on this bad boy.
I have learned that the best way to break bad news is to break it off quick and instantly, much like ripping off a band aid or breaking up.
So on that note. I sign off.
Peace, love and Painkillers. Oops. Hotodogs. :D
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