The first thing I did stepping off the plane into Hong Kong was to head for dim sum. Luckily, Crystal Jade was right in front of the exit, dim sum conveniently at hand. In short order, Xiao Long Bao soup dumplings in my stomach, I stepped into a bold new world ready to chow through... Continue Reading →
Biriyani Wars 2: Dindigul Strikes back
Right across the road from the Park Hotel are these big white letters on coca-cola red, once in 2D, once more in 3D; in other words, unmistakeable. I was finally face to face with the the Chennai branch of the injured party in the local biriyani wars. Much as us outsiders insist on thinking... Continue Reading →
More Spanish Lids
Its been a month since the freezing of my butt in Barcelona, and its interesting to look back at the food. Tapas and ham is what everyone knows of Spanish food, and my first experience of Barcelona did not disappoint. Tapas bars were everywhere, and even my hotel had three prominent signs advertising tapas. The... Continue Reading →
Spanish Lids
I must say, I know very little about Spanish food, because they seem to completely ignore their cousins across the Atlantic and eat none of those convenient Spanish-named foods – nacho, taco, burrito, not even a quesadilla anywhere. Tapas, of course, was everywhere in New York and Washington DC, but I must say was not... Continue Reading →
Haute ethnic, in two different cities
In the last few days, I had two very nice meals at fancy restaurants, and they were both ethnic with twists. The first was Punjab Grill in the new Palladium Mall in Mumbai, where I was at the opening (and therefore sampled more of the starters than any of the main courses) and the other... Continue Reading →
Steakout
A great steak – real beef, medium rare, dripping with juices and fat – is an object of much desire. It’s therefore worthwhile writing about four worthwhile steaks I wolfed down in recent times. This is in Mumbai, not the glorified steak portals of New York or Dallas. The steak that started it all was... Continue Reading →
Andy Warhol, Twelve Chairs and the Silk Route
Though burdened by a heavyweight title (which, as you will see, positively sings with relevance) this is really about a tiny but very promising burger joint. I must say though, that I walked in not knowing anything about the place except that it had a cool blue sign, Andy Warhol posters on the walls and... Continue Reading →
Factory Food
Delhi NCR used to be the only place you could get your fill of the Great Kabab Factory, but its now in our very own backyard (Ok, the people at Powai get hurt of you say backyard, but well …) so of course I went. Twice. To the factory. Its official - The Great Kabab... Continue Reading →
Reputation in Ruins
My last trip to Kolkata was unexciting foodwise; what with flight delays, traffic jams and work there wasn’t enough time left for anything useful, but on the way to the airport, I stopped at an old favourite – Rahmania. Rahmania has been at this Park Circus location for ages (people say a hundred years) but... Continue Reading →
More Biriyani
I still haven’t quite figured out the spelling. Is it Biriyani or Biryani? I tried the latter spelling on my last blog about it, its time to try the former one now. A rose by any other name… In any case, I found myself in Kochi (or Cochin) which, interestingly enough, has its own direct... Continue Reading →