"Y'know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in New Delhi?"
"They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?"
"No, man, they don't eat beef."
"Well, what's a Big Mac?"
"Big Mac's a Big Mac, 'cept in New Delhi, they call it a Maharaja
Mac."
"Maharaja Mac...what do they call a Whopper?"
"I dunno, man; didn't go to Burger King."
Being Americans, what's the first thing we do when we go to the
capital city of a far-away country? Go to McDonalds. We aren't
the only ones with that idea, either. The majority of the customers
looked distinctly American. Water buffalo burgers are a little
odd, but the fries are exactly the same.
Delhi is two cities, actually. There's the old city (Delhi proper)
and the new city (New Delhi, cleverly enough). We were mostly
in the new city, which looked as though it could be in the Bay
Area, if you ignore the occasional camel. The streets were broad
and well-maintained with green median strips and banner ads for
high-tech companies. Oh, and most of the people are Asian. We
stayed at the Claridges hotel, an establishment that played heavily
to the colonial past, with Victorian engravings on every wall
and lovely ravens in every room (or perhaps they were writing
desks; Antone and I were confused on that point through the entire
trip. Antone also braved the New Delhi night in search of a good
dictionary, which he found.
During our brief stay, we saw the big government buildings and a few ancient monuments. The most interesting was Qutb Minar, a mosque with a very, very, very tall minaret. To give some idea of scale, those column-and-lintel deals at the bottom of the picture are about ten feet tall. |
