On the topmost floor of the mall, I walk along an interesting corridor, virtually on the roof. I am heading for a Gujarati vegetarian restaurant.

Looks comfy and indeed, it is a very comfy set-up. Just that the Sun is a wee hot today.

They are starting to serve ... I would not want to be the dish-washer at all.

Fully served, very colourful and artistically done. Sure looks pretty but I just can't appreciate vegetarian meals. The oooomph! seems to be missing. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a vegetarian after all.

And the dessert? A sweet thing with rose petals. Never knew rose tastes so good.
