Dinner at BakeACake's house

Ms BakeACake invited P, VP and I to her house for dinner, where she and I would be involved in the preparation of the dinner. So once I was done with work, I drove down toward her office (which was on the way to her house) , picked her up, and we went shopping for what we needed. Once that was done, we got into the serious business of making the Bolognaise, and also a white sauce (a la Alfredo) for the spaghetti that we'd bought.

We also mixed some minced garlic with butter and applied it on a loaf of bread, and then put that through the microwave oven.

Garlic bread, our style

Proportions be damned, we just went about adding stuff in quantities that 'seemed' and 'felt' right. The result, though, shocking as it may sound, was fabulous.

Spaghetti Bolognese

Penne Alfredo

Egg Factory...re-redux

Seriously, I just can't seem to get enough of this place, and any and every time I'm in the vicinity and it's time to eat (when isn't it?), I meander towards this place like a gondola heading downstream with the current. I started off with a fresh lime soda and decided to try out a pasta dish this time, since the owner, Yogesh, had suggested it when I visited the place the first time with Mr P and Mr VP.

So a penne Alfredo with cilantro pesto and eggs it was. This order is also served minus the eggs for those inclined to stick to flora at all times.

The pasta was indeed as good as any pasta I've had anywhere (save for my own cooking, which would beat even the pasta at Fiorana hands down any day ). The quantity was sufficient, the pesto wasn't too oily; in short, just perfect. The garlic bread at the side along with the order really complemented the dish and there was nothing that I found lacking at all. And to round things up, the owner, Yogesh, came and sat with me and we had a nice chat about Bangalore, food & beverages, the economy and how it could (would) impact the F&B industry and what not.

I rounded off my lunch with a poor knights of Windsor for dessert, something that I've always had when I've come here (except when I came for breakfast with my brother). And it was just as good as it was when I first had it.