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Up, up and Away

Bombay Foodie is going away. For the next 3 weeks, you are not going to hear from my kitchen. But don't think that lets you off. My trip to London and New York might be work-only, but there will be some sightseeing sneaked in. And there will be food. For isn't that the only sightseeing I ever do : restaurants, grocery stores and farmers markets.

Stay tuned for a flavor of London next two weeks, and then some food reports from the Big Apple.

Comments

Srivalli said…
wow..thats wonderful Simran...enjoy and do give us a peek through your lens!
Have a nice time, at work and all the foodie sightseeing.:)
Bharti said…
Have a lovely time Simran..looking forward to your posts.
Usha said…
Have a good time,looking forward to interesting posts about food and places too when you return :)
notyet100 said…
Happy vacation SIMRAN,..;-)
Indian Khana said…
Enjoy your trip and work too ;)...see you soon
Anonymous said…
Thanks everyone! I'd keep you posted on what's going on the trip - so you have big time reviews coming your way :)
Rachel said…
Have fun both at work and at sightseeing...
Sunshinemom said…
Have fun! Would love to read those reviews:)
heyyy... keep posting.. then...and what you getting for us from london :)

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