The Flying Chickens!
After being involved in the not-so-long-ago transition between my jobs, i generally discovered the fact that it would be easier to start my own business rather than looking for jobs. Hence i have decided to start my own restaurant.
Why a restaurant of all the things?
I have discovered that Bangalore has become the host of many outsiders and starting off an restaurant would be a good area to invest.
Bangalore has a billion restaurants with a zillion choices in menu. Why this one?
Simple. This restaurant's gonna be like no other restaurant in town. As a matter of fact, nothing like the rest of the planet.
I'm still confused!!!
The concept is very simple and the name seems to be very straight forward. "The Flying Chickens!!!".
To make this affordable to all, i have made the entry prices as 150 per person. Inside they can eat all that they want.
Ambiance: Once you get past the door, you are in a large hall with rows of chefs on either side of the wall. There are no tables, chairs, plates, spoons, waiters etc and all that jazz. There would be some soft music playing which would be drowned by the constant chatter / shouting of the waiters. The kitchen is open so that you can see whats being cooked.
Dress Code: Anything you like. Wouldn't mind if you were naked. Recommended: Old (but clean) clothes which you wouldn't care less if it got dirty.
p.s. No footwear allowed. You would get to know why.
Menu: You don't get one (haa haa haa sucks to be you). But we cook anything that could be cooked with a chicken. Tandoori is our specialty.
Waiting time: NONE! Once you enter, you get to choose a spot to stand on and then chefs start throwing dishes at you from every direction. You would have to catch the food with your mouth ONLY. The ones fallen down should also be picked up with your mouth ONLY (too bad if you are fat). Once you've had your fill, exit the restaurant through the backdoor. You encounter a bunch of water pipes to cleanse your body and your soul. Once your soul is cleansed, you eradicate the stupid feeling that the chickens were treated in a bad way.
I would just like to note that my second brother is going to become a partner. Any investors, please send the cash over to me and forget about it. I may probably offer you a chicken bone.
Why a restaurant of all the things?
I have discovered that Bangalore has become the host of many outsiders and starting off an restaurant would be a good area to invest.
Bangalore has a billion restaurants with a zillion choices in menu. Why this one?
Simple. This restaurant's gonna be like no other restaurant in town. As a matter of fact, nothing like the rest of the planet.
I'm still confused!!!
The concept is very simple and the name seems to be very straight forward. "The Flying Chickens!!!".
To make this affordable to all, i have made the entry prices as 150 per person. Inside they can eat all that they want.
Ambiance: Once you get past the door, you are in a large hall with rows of chefs on either side of the wall. There are no tables, chairs, plates, spoons, waiters etc and all that jazz. There would be some soft music playing which would be drowned by the constant chatter / shouting of the waiters. The kitchen is open so that you can see whats being cooked.
Dress Code: Anything you like. Wouldn't mind if you were naked. Recommended: Old (but clean) clothes which you wouldn't care less if it got dirty.
p.s. No footwear allowed. You would get to know why.
Menu: You don't get one (haa haa haa sucks to be you). But we cook anything that could be cooked with a chicken. Tandoori is our specialty.
Waiting time: NONE! Once you enter, you get to choose a spot to stand on and then chefs start throwing dishes at you from every direction. You would have to catch the food with your mouth ONLY. The ones fallen down should also be picked up with your mouth ONLY (too bad if you are fat). Once you've had your fill, exit the restaurant through the backdoor. You encounter a bunch of water pipes to cleanse your body and your soul. Once your soul is cleansed, you eradicate the stupid feeling that the chickens were treated in a bad way.
I would just like to note that my second brother is going to become a partner. Any investors, please send the cash over to me and forget about it. I may probably offer you a chicken bone.
posted by The Dalda at 9:31 AM
2 comments
Moonspell
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