Ventured into the terrorist-torn district for dinner last night. Reassuringly, saw lights twinkling in the neighbouring Taj Tower, and Ling's Pavilion was busy and bustling. Peered under the table to gauge if there was enough room to duck for cover (in a woefully cowardly manner), and mentally chastized restaurant-owner for not using floor-length table cloths! One drink later and I forgot to be edgy and alert. Whew. Rather enjoyed self, just like in the good old days before Bombay became Mumbai. Lurve Colaba.