No morning in Goa was complete without a visit to the Gannesh Juice Bar. It was the place to be: Aging hippies found raw vitamins, minerals, and anti-oxidants; All-night partiers in leather-chaps and vests (men) and their dates in tight, short skirts, recovered with (fat) joints and avocado shakes; Aging Indians sold trinkets, tapestries, and psychedelic 3-D posters; And everyone else came to drink their delicious (and cheap) juices and do what is surely some of the best people watching on all of India’s west coast.
The juices were fantastic. Fresh fruit, the right amount of sugar, sometimes a little milk, these were dreamy. Ranging between 40 cents and a dollar twenty (for fresh strawberry juice) one might consider drinking more than just one.
|Watermelon, avocado shake, pineapple, orange|
Or, would you believe, five.
We actually ordered eight, but as you would expect from any respectable Indian shop, the orders came out without any rhyme or reason. As we’d come to learn, however, you don’t question India. You just accept it.
With five beverages on the table I was no longer able to keep Russ & Jesse at bay. They dove in, ruining my dream of a rainbow of juices, and in the scramble that followed we all got slight freezeaches (brain-freeze?) and perhaps more than slight stomachaches. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat.