I work. Around lunchtime Subash is like ‘what’s the lunch plan’. I walk over to his cubicle and describe the specials of the day – fois gras, tapas, empanadas, and a light honey glazed chicken tourbillion. Then we go and get ba’th (rice), like every other day of our lives. There are varieties, and my new favorite is Bath Amma’s. We call it British Airways. Bath Amma’s is literally someone’s house. You sit at their dining table, in front of their family photos and the little kid is running around while her mother serves you rice out of ice cream containers. There’s like five plates so she has to go back and keep washing them. While she’s washing there’s no water to wash your hands. Above the sink there’s something plugged in leading out. I think that powers the house next door. Food’s not bad. Two kinds of pork yesterday.
Meal there costs 110 Rupees and you can get seconds if you want. I never do. Trying to avoid ending up in a rice coma for the rest of the day. Bath Amma is actually kinda cute and I like to think she gives me extra kos.
The video above is the entrance into British Airways. It’s literally off Galle Road, past Romafour and the bus stand (walking towards Colombo). I’ve walked by it a hundred times and never noticed. It’s literally a squatter’s alley and we have to walk single file, roll up our sleeves and wash our hands, jostle in line. As you can briefly see, we’re literally sitting in their dining room. The kid is really cute. I’m hungry and I got about 300 Rupees for the rest of the month so it works out for me. That’s Bath Amma’s, Colombo 4. British Airways if you know.