While I was at lunch with Bruce today, I decided to buy some Indian Muruku from the Indian guy who has his booth outside the entrance. Bruce mentioned that this guy is great and so, I guess its OK...
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| This is the type of muruku which I liked |
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| Its, what I think is mixture of spice, flour and some onions. Which tastes great. Rock hard, a bit salty but tastes great. My jaw is still working. |
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| And this one is quite weird. Hang on. This is shit. Yeah, now I remember, this is the end product that was generated from my butt after eating those stuff. This was the first of the four sessions I had to endure throughout the night. From now on, I have to stop buying from that guy. |
