Liar Liar Pants on Aag

Aag means fire (I think). About a month ago, I made a reservation for a hotel in Kochi called the Trident. When I made the reservation I lied and said it was our anniversary so that they might give us a room with a nice view or something. Everyone does that right? After we got home from a GREAT and very experience filled day, Kristina went straight to the restaurant of the hotel while I went to the room to drop off our camera. When I got to the room, there was a cake, flowers, and a note from the hotel. Unbelievable. I raced downstairs to tell Kristina, only to find that the restaurant staff had prepared a table for us and, like five guys were waiting to serve us. They had a special menu for us based on the fact that the head chef had chatted with us and found out we liked food from Punjab (he is Punjabi). As usual I am not the only person to find my girlfriend stunningly attractive. Did you know Kristina is Aramaic for "She whose beauty brings men to tears"? But every one there was falling over themselves to spoil us. It goes to show you that saying please and thank you means a lot. Thanks for that JT. What's more, the staff had taken red palm leafs and cut them in the shape of hearts and strewn them on our table (that's them on the menu card in the picture below). They actually set up a table for us in the garden of the hotel but it's monsoon so they thought better of it. Normally, you would choose an appetiser, a main course and a dessert from the menu offering. They prepared everything on the menu for us. Six kinds of naan, two desserts (each), two main courses, etc. I would have taken more pictures but I was vaguely ashamed. All based on a banal lie. Isn't God sending me kind of a mixed message? More pictures of Kochi and Alleppey ("the venice of the East") to follow.