The Early Bird gets Pongal !

I've discovered the 'Pongal Cafe'. 'Pongal Cafe' is a small restaurant, about 4 kms from where I stay with a menu which revolves around what else but the humble pongal. Over the last two weekends, I have made two trips to this place but I have been blessed with the pièce de résistance only on one of those occasions. Pongal supply is carefully controlled and sometimes the restaurant runs out of pongal as early as 9 30 am.
The combination of restricted supply, a tangy tomato sauce and a cocunut chutney with a dash of garlic has created an aura around Pongal which is unparalleled. Its almost like the soup nazi from Seinfeld except the proprietor speaks Tamil and wields an iron ladle.
I've noticed the look on a pongal-denied customer face . He looks deep in thought, contemplating the potential catastrophic effects of increased pongal supply in this world and not really reaching a fruitful conclusion with that train of thought . There is of course, the satiated guy at the table who gets jolted out of his pongal-induced reverie by the thoughts of a world where there is only pongal to be had.
This is where one feels like doffing one's hat to the proprietor for his astute understanding of the human mind. Its not obvious to the layman but he who cooks pongal knows exactly how much of it would leave enough with it and without it.
I fortunately ended up on the good side of the divide today but there is no guarantee if the staus quo would spill over to my next visit.