Food has been an obsession for years — the cooking, the eating out, and the opinions that come from both.
Ricotta instead of mozzarella was the right call. Baby corn was not.
Skipped the four hours of stock and used coconut milk straight. Surprisingly close to the real thing.
Yesterday's pulao tempered with mustard and curry leaves, paneer browned hard, pomegranate for the crunch. Better than the original.
Mustard seeds, curry leaves, dried red chilli. The sound is the whole point.
The dahi puri was loud in all the right ways. Papads served warm — small thing, makes a difference.
Sangria pitcher does most of the work. The potato salad was better than it had any right to be.
Cocktails do the heavy lifting. Worth one visit, not the price of two.
A croque madame is a hard thing to get wrong and an easy thing to get boring. This one stayed on the right side.
Bhature the size of my head, chole dark enough to stain. The disposable plate is part of the experience, not a flaw.
One leaf, three cubes, a smear. Either the most considered bite of the year or an elaborate way to sell you the next nine courses.