Looking for the Silver Spoon

A while back, a family came to visit us and brought us a take-out chicken biryani. It was so delicious. We decided to include it in one of the parties we hosted at our house. The husband was sent to get the take-out. He was supposed to drive along S Avenue, turn to W Avenue and go south on it. On the right hand side, he would see a restaurant called "Silver Spoon." The dish he brought back turned out to be disastrous. It didn't even have the same color and it tasted very differently. He said he asked for "chicken biryani." I didn't blame him or the restaurant. They must have a variations of the same name.

Yesterday, we were on our way to somebody's house for dinner. I decided we would go together to re-claim the good name for "chicken biryani." We were driving along Y Avenue, turned to W Avenue and went north. The husband pulled in to a plaza on the right hand side. I was a little puzzled. Going north, should we be on the left hand side? The restaurant has a name that starts with an "s." I couldn't pronounce it. Could it be the sound translation of "Silver Spoon" in Pakistani? I went around it and found the door. Inside it smelt chicken biryani. I even saw the same wrong dish I had on display. Suspicious, I looked around and looked out of the window... There, across the street, there was the "Silver Spoon Restaurant" neon light shinning.

Apparently, with specific direction, my husband went to a different restaurant and got the wrong dish with the same name. That's my husband when he is completely willing to go out on a mission. On the other hand, the city has as many kinds or food as the world's nations. There are hidden treasures like "silver Spoon" and it doesn't take much to find them.