After tasting all different kinds of rice, sambhar, daal, papu, rasam and all that, I was feeling completely restless to have some kind of food which reminds me of home food or hometown. Even my room-mate (Nikhil Babu) shared my feelings about having Maharashtrian food (Nothing new here. He thinks, dreams and eats food all day and he is bound to feel bad about having the same kind of food everyday).Luckily, I came across a review of a Maharashtrian hotel on Bangalore Belly and from the moment i read the review to the moment i found the hotel in Jayanagar, we (of course, my room-mate got excited the moment i conveyed the result of my findings) had innumerable illusions of having all that food.Finally when the moment arrived, we ordered almost half of the items on the menu. The lady behind the counter must have thought we are coming from a famine hit place, looking at the intensity at which we ordered the food. After having a sumptuous meal ,we appreciated the owner on having served delicious food. Of course, we thanked her in Marathi for making our day such a special one. And so there our search for Maharashtrian food ended in some small hotel in Karnataka.