Sure, everyone eats the spare bits of whatever animal happens to be dinner, but no one does it quite like the Chinese. The Bengalis diligently polish off every inch of a fish, the English trot out the occassional trotter, the French wax about tripes and sweetbreads while Bycullah trumpets khiri and kaleji to all and... Continue Reading →
I landed in Hong Kong deprived of breakfast and headed straight to the geese.Maxim’s at the airport makes no bones about how great it is. “Secret Recipe” “Delicious” all the important keywords were there. The counter was a straight lift from McDonalds, but they did have some tasty roasted geese on rice. And, of course, I... Continue Reading →
Ramzan approaches, and the Muslim food of Mumbai suddenly floats onto the top of everyone’s consciousness. Few people in Mumbai can feign ignorance of Mohammad Ali Road but that’s not the only place in Mumbai to polish off a decent kabab. This post is about a somewhat lesser-known but equally cholesterol-friendly bylane of Mumbai. Mahim... Continue Reading →
It feels to good to finally have a sequel out. In the previous post about the lanes of old Delhi and the fabled makkhan, I talked about being thrilled with the discovery of makkhan at Haus Kazi Chowk, but as it turns out, I was at the wrong place. Yes, it sported a few makkhan... Continue Reading →
The last time I walked the entrails of Delhi’s old city, I came across raw potato chaat, beef biriyani with pickle and the fabled makkhan, but also something else that I only discovered later to be quite a find. That last time, my pocket was full of fresh, atm-expelled five hundred rupee notes which when... Continue Reading →
I visited the streets of old Delhi after many years. One goes to Delhi quite often, but nowadays towers of Gurgaon divert attention from the fabulous treasures of Chandni Chowk. This time, however, an accommodation website pointed me to the Maidens, a hotel situated in the quaintly named Civil Lines and appropriately full of chandeliers,... Continue Reading →
A couple of months ago, I was cycling from eatery to eatery in Singapore.Now Singapore is full of fancy imported restaurants, but there nevertheless really is something called original traditional Singaporean food - cuisine that originated here and continues to be eaten here. This is where the Chinese clashed (sometimes literally) with Malays, Tamilians, Indonesians... Continue Reading →
Much of my life in IIT was spent at Chedis, which quite literally means hole but apparently refers to the owners name. In those days Chedis had lawn seating, a banyan tree and starlight dinners, was open 24x7 and served reliably greasy food. I was quite pleased, therefore, to see Chedis still around (though considerably... Continue Reading →
Chennai again drew me to a forgettably convenient meal at Saravana Bhavan. I find the food utterly pedestrian, but somehow the sheer convenience of this Wal-Mart of Udipis sneaks me in. Yes, they have every kind of food on earth - I noticed Lebanese and fusion this time (vegetarian is probably the only reason sushi... Continue Reading →
Food, sometimes, is not just about food. Sometimes its about the stories behind food and once in a while the story is as big as the food. Here is one such story. Its just story, no food was harmed in the process… I didn’t know very much about Ambala, but I had the vague idea... Continue Reading →
The Well Fed Bong 