It is commendable if despite the incessant pitter-patter courtesy Cyclone Ockhi, a takeaway joint ensures that a delivery boy dressed as immaculately as a bar manager rings your doorbell in half an hour. Of course, if the eatery is just three weeks old, it could be that it's still in that eager-beaver phase where it will go the extra mile to impress patrons. Either way, our fridge on Tuesday night is almost as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard since we missed grocery shopping last weekend. So, our gratitude instantly goes out to Mumbai Bicycle, the takeaway in question, for sorting out our dinner plans on - literally and metaphorically - a rainy day.

Pulled raan pao