Oh Anju, how you whirl me about and keep me guessing with this affair.
On frequent visits you woo me with your dark decor, dim sensual lighting. And on other visits you scorn me with your over heating and crabby waitress.
But alas I keep coming back, for those truffled yam fries, and crave your short rib stone pot rice bowl. On late night visits, you lull me with your tapas menu, with those yummy drinks, and you even impress my friends with your tender and juicy roasted pork shoulder in party size.
You sit there, with those big lustful windows, in your dark mysterious ways. Sigh, will I find another? I think not....