|At Hotel Samrat the service is loud, very loud.|
|Breakfast underway... Hotel Samrat, Jamalpur.|
|Waiter Emon Hossain takes pride in providing good service.|
|A world within the world: the Samrat, Jamalpur.|
Thought circling: circular tables, aren’t they supposed to be egalitarian and soothing? They don’t suit the Samrat where jarring, square ones would well fit. Or do the round tables act as a kind of counterweight? The hotel’s service is raw, industrial, metallic... It’s so authentic it’s possibly post-authentic... maybe the round tables are the only thing preventing the whole restaurant collapsing into the abyss of some strange alternate dimension, some void devoid of calmness?
|Emon takes time out for his own lunch.|
|The bustling Samrat Hotel.|
|The Samrat Hotel, middle, on Medical Road.|