Then you finally notice it - the faint flickering neon sign on what looks like someone's house, opposite a temple, that announces this modest but famous mecca for home-cooked food and ...er...what's that - art gallery?!
You look around a bit more and notice the psychedelic ceiling. You're beginning to get used to this.
Or so you think. Because then you notice the shai'ri (urdu poetry) in English script on the walls, making your amazement peak!
The cursive inscription on the left reads:
"Mein beqraar dil ka fasaana likhun to kya
Dil ka naheen hai koye thikaana likhun to kya"
How do I write the story of my restless heart/
This heart is a wanderer with no destination, what do I write of it?
Somehow it is only in India that you'll find such an incredibly quirky place that is so popular yet so bordering on the bizarre. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why we call it Incredible India. Ah, India. It's good to be back.