It’s a yacht. The yacht, which is over fifty years old, is docked by the side of the river and converted to a restaurant cum bar. But as always the case with me I went to the wrong place at the wrong time. There was a storm that night and believe me, nobody wants to be on a boat on a stormy evening. There were some modification being done on the kitchen or something like that on that very night and so we could not get what we wanted... namely lobster or crab. The fact is that I had never tasted the things before in my life mainly because of two reasons: socio-religious customs and lack of opportunity. The scene from the restaurant is amazing at night. Waves originating due to passing of boats periodically rock the yacht.
A few days later I ate lobster, courtesy Tuhin fufu, but I am yet to bite a piece of crab.
