I know, I know. First, a legendary place, Second, after some 300+ restaurant posts here. But that’s precisely why I decided to post this, despite a relatively small meal.
This is practically an international trip from Whitefield, but since we had to be in the vicinity to get the visa for an actual trip, we decided to drop in at Millers 46, a legit old-school Bangalore establishment. On a Friday afternoon, the crowd was sparse, and that worked just fine for us.
Complementary bread still is a thing. I somehow have this notion that this is a sort of trust gesture by the restaurant, that they believe the customers are serious about the meal. Seeing this, despite the obnoxiousness that is increasingly becoming common on both sides, is heartening. Yes, I am as old as I sound. Almost.
The Mexican Spiced Chilli Pork lived up to its name, and my only grouse that I decided to stick to my no-beer agenda, thanks to a sore throat.
I chose the Argentinian style steak for mains, spice coated, and served with Chimichurri herb sauce. I love the fact that Millers provides two additional options that occupy the space between rare, medium, and well-done. Well done indeed. Very few Indians can resist what I call the temptation of “medium spicy”, when asked spicy or not.
D chose the Chilli Pepper Strip Steak, rubbed with peppercorns and chilli and served with what they call a mindblowing sauce. A testament to that description was D asking for what remained after our generous helpings to be packed. And a testament to how wonderful these folks are was that they gave us a fairly large pack, definitely more than what we had asked for. Enjoyed that for dinner!
This could be 999 or 666, and both have significance. Any idea on whether this is a Millers’ thing?
As is evident, we had a wonderful meal, with some excellent music, and some fabulous service. The bill came to Rs.2260. If the Metro does become a reality in Whitefield, I just might make another trip instead of waiting for almost a decade and a half!