PizzA HuT FiesTaaaH...

A fizzed green apple drink – with the effervesce hovering in the prophesy of a crystalline exhibit – kept by your side with the droplets of water exuberating a flirty intimacy with the walls of the glass, a Russian mushroom embedded pasta (exonerate my memory for not reserving a portion of itself for the name) that when squished within the sharp edges of your teeth virtually caress through your tastebuds – enthralling all of its four divisions to dump the rattle of infuriation and disgust for letting the gravy of abhorred tadkas stream over them for the past couple of weeks, and now having a contingent of herbs bestow warmth on them – moreover, the sensation of liquid cheese with sprinkles of mint tangling with your saliva makes you experience what love is, AT FIRST TASTE!
Hold on! The awe-inspiring ride still has a bundle of astounds to take the wind out of your sails! Next up, the cheese tortilla – though it was apparent stack of voided expectations that could’ve been queued up outside the confinement of contentment – anyhow, a scoop of white sauce (or whatever the chefs prefer to call it), presented in the center of the cheese-and-tomato projection over a virtual papad like thin crust was like a relish of hot chocolate on a vanilla scoop.
And then the definitive slash of icing over the cake, the good ol’ dash of Italian and Mexican flavours infused in the pizzas, hypnotizing all your senses on the grandeur, leaving them numb (Probably the adrenaline’s scorch knitting the voluptuous taste escalated beyond the pinnacle for me, but that is the ecstasy for pizza lovers!). anyhow, it was an uphill task to brick a wall contrasting the country tang (with the only exception of a red sauce to spice up the country!) – owing to the speculation from its name, THE COUNTRY FEAST. And the paneer blanketed, the prophesized Mexican PANEER EL RANCHO (trust me! Most of the chews were serviced by chunks of paneer and certainly, the thick pan crust. To me, it seemed the traditional Mexican spice had eccentrically paralyzed its verve).
That is how the most scintillated and as sensational (and a smidgen of strangulated ambiguity) meal assorted with straight-from-the-oven garnish of cheese, topped with the otherwise reluctant to be swallowed down the throat sabziyan that mounted on a clamp of mint conditioned, heavenly extraditions had been served on our platters.