Waiting in line on a Sunday morning at MTR has been a tradition for hundreds of thousands of Bangaloreans for the past 85 odd years. The smell of the ghee on the Masala Dosa, the tomato on top of the kharabath on those cracked and stained white plates are not images that can easily be erased. The taste stayed more or less constant, as did the waiters over the years. I’m totally convinced that the guy who, when I was a kid scolded me for standing on the seat is the head waiter who still yells at kids standing on the seats. But this post is not about the old MTR, but its about the re-branded, trying to be 2.0 entity, adding fancy lettering and a number (1924) next to the name.