The best thing about my present hotel - starting week two of my 2010 Keep on Truckin' Tour - is the High Tea, that ever so pleasant legacy of the British colonial era here in [REDACTED]. I'm enjoying little cucumber sandwiches on white bread with the crusts cut off right now.
The worst thing about my hotel is the name of the resaurant: "Dumpukht." That sounds insulting even assuming it's an Urdu word. Should I be offended?
Is it possible that foreigners all secretly speak English behind our backs, and are putting us on in some enormous practical joke?
Okay, I'm probably being paranoid. But that name is needlessly provocative.