We didn’t go in the Ruby Tuesday’s to eat. We understand how lame it is to travel halfway across the world just to go to the same place you went with your buddies in high school. But we had time to kill, and it was either Ruby Tuesday’s, or McDonalds, or Sbarro’s, or to walk around Nehru Place on a Sunday. (Bad idea.)
So in we went, and water we ordered, and books we read, and American music we did hear: Eye of the Tiger; We Will Rock You (the techno remix); The Final Countdown (the techno remix); Take These Broken Wings (the techno remix, believe it or not); I Don’t Want to Miss A Thing (the techno remix –who knew such a thing was possible?); and Land Down Under (yes, sadly, the techno remix).
Speaking of The Final Countdown: listen to this.
I did go into the KFC to eat. I understand how lame it is to travel halfway across the globe just to go to the same place I went with my buddies in high school, but sometimes you just get that craving. “Hey,” you think, “a taste of home would really hit the spot right now,” even though at home you haven’t eaten KFC at home since you were fifteen. The chicken tasted exactly as it did sixteen years ago, and the soundtrack was about the same as well: “To the extreme I rock the mic like a vandal / step on the stage and wax the chump like a candle”; “Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga / I know you can’t control yourself any longer”; “It’s ‘Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo, Hammer’ / And the rest can go and play.”