You see, the "military" here has nothing to do with soldiers, beta—it's a colonial-era corruption of "meat hotel" by British tongues. And donne biryani, served in those rustic, aromatic leaf cups, is the old Kannada style, cooked in minimal spices to let the meat speak for itself. In my own town's temple accounts, I've seen similar twists—the British sahibs' receipts would call our "mahant" a "manager," you see, flattening a sacred role into a ledger column. Their language always tried to balance the books on our culture.
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