The last thing you want after a long and tiring drive is to have the waiter bring you something other than what you ordered because he could not understand what you were trying to convey to him. But that is exactly what happened to me. I tried to tell him to bring me a steaming boli after looking at one in a policeman's plate and instead ended up eating three fat uthapams. Nevertheless it tasted good.
Unlike Bangalore, food is usually good in Mangalore. I am downplaying to call it just good. It was great. And for someone who has been living in Chennai for a few years now, it is very cheap too. It is THE place for early morning eaters like me as you find restaurants open as early as 6 AM. But for you to eat, move around the town or talk to any of the many beautiful damsels in Mangalore, you must hone your language skills.
By the time we took another bumpy road out of Mangalore, here is what I could add to my bulging wordlist.
guru - equivalent to Chennai's Boss
baeku - want
baeda - do not want
solpa - some
seedha hogi - go straight
left/right thakho - take left/right
cha - tea
Recommended activity at Mangalore: Bird watching
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