Restaurant And Cafe Dubai | Arun

He didn't bring her the menu. Instead, he went to the kitchen and spoke to Meera in rapid Tamil. Ten minutes later, he returned with a stainless steel plate. On it: a mound of steaming curd rice with a bright red pickle on the side, a small banana, and a glass of neer moru (spiced buttermilk).

At the counter, Arun watched it all. The register drawer was open, but he wasn't counting money. He was watching Faisal the driver teach a new Bangladeshi waiter how to fold a banana leaf just right. He was watching Meera peek through the kitchen window, wiping her hands on her apron, smiling as the Tamil grandfather's grandson successfully slurped an entire stringhopper without breaking it. arun restaurant and cafe dubai

"Long day," she said.