Coming from a still conservative Chennai where she had to cover up her whole body every day on her way to college on a death mobile that is eerily named as share-auto, my daughter found Bangalore or Bengaluru if you may, to be the stuff of her dreams. Having escaped the sweltering heat of Chennai for a cool summer internship in Bengaluru, after few days she declared “ Dad, I feel like I’m in a foreign land” Stepping on to Lavelle road or la-velly road as the locals like to call it when I see Lamborghinis zip by and Porsches parked everywhere I nod in agreement. Really? Does Bengaluru qualify as a foreign country…let us find out: Epicurean delight The King of Good Times may have flown out, but he has left the good times intact as Kingfisher still gives the craft beer scene a run for its money. After your fill of draught beer by the pitchers, you can walk into Empire hotel well past midnight to have piping hot saadi-ka-biryani and wash it all down with a ...