by Akshay Garg
‘Never’ is a very strong word and I would like to use it here. On my weekend trip to home with friends. On a ill-lighted road,I stumbled upon this truck which had nothing extraordinary except the fact that Agra had acute shortage of such types in the past. After having a conversation with the owner about the food, in which he repeatedly insisted that he’s revolutionising the food here and something about bringing out the fusion. I still do not know what the food was fused into. What I know is that there is a difference between talking the talk and walking the walk. For the sake of it, mojitos were sugar solution with a stale leaf of mint. The French toast was not even remotely French among other articles I would not even like to comment on. Even the most disinterested food stalls have one dish that is worthy of the money that the customer is paying, I am afraid I did not come across that dish on the day I visited. Judging by the experience I would like to keep it that way. Never will I visit this place again or even the road that the ‘Fruck’ is on.