Dandiya Nites in Blore

Navratri 2009!

I can’t remember the last time I had been to a Garba, perhaps it was in 2001 or 2000 in my colony Bombay. Its 2009 and I never imagined I was to attend a Garba and Dandiya again on the night of 26th in Bangalore of all places. And never ever could have imagined writing this sitting on a rooftop in Bangalore in a cool golden Bangalore evening with a cold tea cup and Sheryl Crow providing me company (acoustically). Things just fell into place for my Vacation, day -1. I needed a break. IT can get unforgiving at times, and best way to keep the steam up is to get away from it. More to come on that. Now Navratri.

As expected it was Sharayu who drove things to the end, with help from Swati this time. Gotta hand it to these two iron ladies to bully a bunch into the long forgotten art of having fun. The plan since last 2 weeks was to attend the Navrati celebrations at the Samyukta Mandal in Jayanagar which finally came through on Friday. The best plans are made last moment, and so I got a call at 5 ordering me to come for the do tonight. There were to be 4 confirmed people me, Sharayu , Swati and Kavitha. Sandy and Kamal were teetering on a go – no – go decision. What boosted our Enthu was Murli, a senior guy with equal enthu as us teenagers (mental age). I wish I could give him an award, but I guess my Dandiya sticks would have sufficed. I managed to get my tired self to this do knowing very well that I had a packed day tomorrow as Mom and Bro were to come to Blore. But since it’s a once in a decade event, I can miss my sleep for a night.

We reached at a very proper 9 pm to the venue which is just off the parallel road to KFC jayanagar. We could see the energy to be involved in the revelry, outside the venue with the colorful traditional Garba costumes people were coming in. Our group was one of the fairly well dressed I felt what with the ladies in great Punjabi suits and us guys in Kurtas. Swanky cars displayed the economic achievement that the Gujrati community has become synonymous with. The venue was a large school indoor audi which we entered for a ticket fee of 200 per person, pretty decent given that the big mandals charge as much as 500. The scene inside the audi struck us like a car. Packed with people already dancing in the circle, the whole place had a festive energy like none other. A professional navratri band was playing and almost every body was up on their feet and dancing and singing, the best way to worship the Goddess.

Immediately Sharayu, Swati, Kavitha and Me joined the circle absolutely clueless on how to dance the Garba. Never the less improvisation and a few mini disasters later we all managed to pick up the steps which are pretty easy once you get the hang of it. Sandy and Murli jumped in after a few rotations. The star of the show was Kamal! The shy fellow was replaced by a guy who truly danced, as the saying goes, as no one is seeing you dance. He was thoroughly into the groove and enjoying himself as were the rest of us. The tempo kept varying and we learnt some variations in steps to the Garba, basically a 4 step combo with claps.

We took a well deserved snacks break which was a cool surprise in itself. A great spread of Bombay theme dishes like Vada Pav, Pav Bhaj, Dhabeli (this stuff is awesome in Bombay) which was kinda OK and Gujarati dishes like Dhokla, Khaman chivda etc. We had some of everything and ended it with multiple Golas. Refreshed, we were looking forward to the Dandiya round.

Dandiya Raas is played with sticks (Dandiya in Gujarati) in two counter rotating circles where two people, or solo sometimes, are involved at a time. It requires some practice or Gujarati genes to kick it off the first time, but once to many I ended almost hurting people around me. People who knew how to play did so brilliantly. I was dazzled at times and stopped to see them but each person had a step on every beat and so had to keep on playing to avoid disappointing the partner who switches after every 4 steps. I played with Kids, teens and the seniors alike. Especially the seniors played splendidly with their ease and grace. Also present were the flashy young guys and girls with fancy costumes, steps, makeup and funky Dandiyas (one guy had a cool pair of rotating silver colored dandiyas ).

We ended the experience at 3 am, but because of the amount of the festive fun we had; I am sure no one slept for atleast another hour. Now I need to find out where to get those silver colored rotating dandiyas for next year…

Bangla in Bengalore - Bengali food at Bangliana

Heres a cool place to try some authentic Bengali food in Bangalore. These guys make it the authentic way, vouched for by a semi-Bong and a full Oriya, right from the ambiance which takes you to a cramped Kolkata eatery decorated with Bangla curios. No ac, no cushion seats, Bangla music and a real high pitched owner makes you feel right at home.

Ok Food. The Vekthi(or Bekthi) is to die for ( I dont know how its supposed to taste and since this is my first encounter with Bangla food I will let Sandhya and Ashu to judge on that). And it was superb. Its a fish preparation wrapped in a leaf with spices and fried in the typical Mustard oil. The flavor hits you like a truck so be careful digging into it like tandoori chicken. This is the first time I had a leaf cooked fish or anything and it tastes quite good. Thats not quite the best thing here though.

The fish curry and mutton curry were nice. I notice the good dose of mustard oil makes the dishes a bit getting used to initially. So dont get spurned away at the first bite. They also serve some tasty fish heads chutney. This is sure to drive away all Veg readership.

Now the best stuff. Bengali Sweets. The magical originals were present in their true forms competed to win our taste buds. Rossogolla - super soft and sweet just to perfection. The Mishti Doi was awesome. Its like a Shrikhand only a bit more runny. Then the Payash, synonym for the south Indian 'Paysa' was the super star. Sweet Mango chutney was delightful. The winner hand down was the Payash. If not the main courses or the usual stuff - the desserts will have you running back to this place.

Csst - Rs.1050 for 6 hungry people and 1 non participant who did eat later on for a fully satisfying belt loosening Bangla experience.

Station 24

On 24th of March 2009 I turned 24 :D . Magic number. I honestly don’t want to get all fancy with words, but this train simply rolled into Station 24.

This is my second Birthday in Bangalore and it had gotten better this year. Thanks to my friends, birthdays are really something I cherish and look forward to. I now have a reason to be happy to grow old. This wasn’t the case a few years ago.

Birthdays in Bombay were a simple affair. My humble background and deep rooted moderation in everything restricted most forms of exuberance. Without that I wouldn’t have been where I am today and pretty sure would not have been able to achieve what I have. Birthdays were placid with an expected cake in college, if I was lucky, followed by some more of it at home. Mom makes some sweet at home (she still does and I miss it like anything). Bachelor’s life in Bangalore has turned many things on its head and bottom.

These were the last few days before Station 24.

22nd : Ayush had come down to Bangalore for some official work and was to spend the weekend with me, Chandu and Adwait. Busy man that he is, he had a packed schedule so did I with my cousin’s engagement. Sunday was the last evening Ayush would spend with us so we headed to the most happening place – Brigade road to catch up with a few friends.

Adwait’s birthday was on 18th. That night I, Chandu and Lakshman had surprised him with a face full of Chocolate truffle cake which had become a tad too hard because of refrigeration ( sorry dude :D ). We did a good job of the surprise and I am proud of us especially since Adwait is as alert as a cat.

We paid a rather late visit to another friend, who I have to mention, a very unique person indeed – full of spunk and always glowing. After escorting the person home Ayush had the fantastic idea of walking home a long long distance fully aware of the hatred stray dogs have towards me. Thankfully an Auto rickshaw guy rescued me from the harrowing march. One more day to go for my Birthday, I said as I stepped out of the washroom. 12.30 Am.

The dreaded cold chocolate truffle cake. Pushed very hard on to my face to compensate for the lack of adhesion. But its a day earlier! Neverthe less a surprise indeed! Now that’s a surprise. This was followed by a white forest cake (!). Thank fully not graffiti-ed the way I had vandalized Adwait’s cake 4 days ago. Hot milk accompanied the feast of a cake. My family in Bangalore – my roomies had superbly executed the plan. I may be bragging, but I am telling you I have the best roomies in town :D

It took me quite a while to get the cake off the floor and my face. I uploaded the pics quickly and the wishes started streaming in on Orkut.

More was in store.

23rd : The day after. I was confident my gang from office was up to something. I could bet my life on it. A give away of the plan came from Snehaji when she accidently mentioned about Ashu behaving rather excitedly at their office. I could imagine Ashu frantically waving his arms to motion her to not mention anything. I headed home pretty warily to avoid any accident on my way back. ‘Not this day please ‘I had prayed , and it had worked thank God. On my way back I picked up big bags of
chips and some cold drinks for the party that I hoped will come.

Adwait and Chandu were exhausted with all the excitement from yesterday. It seemed if any action were to happen, they would opt out. Chandu dozed off as soon as he came in and so did Adwait. Nothing. No shifty behavior, no hidden stuff in the fridge. I was worried if people even remembered its my birthday. I tried to trick Chandu into telling me if there was any surprise “ How much chips shall I get and cold drinks too, tell me cause then I don’t wanna waste anything”. He didn’t reply much in detail – usual case with his tired days. When I came home he started having some of the stuff which I assumed were meant for later. Means there was not going to be any party! I asked him again “Uhh..why are you having the stuff now?”. “Cause you brought it, is it ok I have it?” was his reply. “Sure, hmm so theres actually no party” I said.

Pretty obvious, I thought. People are already stretched at work. Far off offices, tight projects and schedules did not allow much respite for my gang. Its Ok I thought. I had a party yesterday night. Its Ok if my gang dosent come tonight. Convincing yourself can be tough.

12 am 24th March everyones asleep. I get the first call from Kavita at 12.05 AM. She’s the winner of the first wish contest. Then the calls trickle in. One by one. Everyone’s home. Wishing me and excusing themselves for not being here. I fake energy into calls, perhaps even over compensating. The house is dark and I actually felt sad.

12.35 Am I am in my bed ready to go to sleep. I get a call from a very good friend which warms my heart, particularly because I guess calling so late at night is not an option for her. I had left my bedroom door open and I suddenly see Adwait wearing a shirt ( apart from the usual vest)!

The lights go off. I excused myself from the call. Suddenly I feel someone jump on me! The lights come on and before I could react a whole lot of cake avalanched on me – propelled by the whole gang. I suddenly realized what getting a full body massage with a cake on your own bed feels like. Its awesome!

The gang had come. Thanks :D

I had a rather long bath to get the rather oily cake off myself. A quick change of clothes and I am in the living room where a Chocolate fantasy cake was waiting for me. Ashu, Sam, Sharayu, Victor, Shiv, Syed and Sandhya had made time for my Birthday which was truly a surprise. Hats off!

This was followed by the ritual spinal realignment. Everybody were party to this merry affair and I suggest wearing jeans when you undergo this. Thankfully this year it was a single round compared to last year’s 4. A message to all ladies who partake in ‘Birthday Bumps’ - leave it to the guys! They know where not to hit!

Shiv started the second round of caking. Some precision chocolate decoration for my face. Another bath. The maid’s reaction the next day was “ You guys keep playing with cake or what everyday?”. As I write, there is still some cake along the bed’s headboard.

I saw the gang off till the gate as they went back pretty late in the night (1.45 Am), trouble for us office goers in the weekdays.

I uploaded the few pics we managed to take on my cell cam and my well wishers could see a little bit of what happened.

But I wish I could print the whole experience so that I can share it with my brother, all my friends my relatives and more importantly me. The train will roll onto different stations via different routes, never going back. These photographs, these memories and this blog will remain.

Holi 2009

Holi the festival of colors. Lost amidst gray cubicles. That was 2008

But this year it was different, fun and totally unexpected and unforgettable.

7 pm at office at Bannerghatta road, an hours travel and I was exhausted. The night before was a sleepless one. Naturally when Ashu’s SMS came instructing me to be ready for Holi, I called replying a rude no as I was tired and Holi simply didn’t seem like a good idea. This thought would have surprised me a few years ago. I was un excited and actually didn’t want to have fun just cause I was tired. I loved Holi. It’s my favorite festival. But like a lot of things, I had lost interest.

I reached home to find none of my roomies Adwait or Chandu were present. I wanted to play some PS2 for a change. That did it. Couldn’t reach Ashu on his cell I called up Sharayu – another true blue Mumbaikar, asked if they are really going to play Holi at the company office in the night. Seemed like a crazy idea. Of course we will play was the joyous reply. It’s a festival and whats left of us if we don’t enjoy festivals. Codejunkie – my cousin’s word echoed.

Ashu the ever adolescent had kept up the tempo and excitement for this year’s Holi along with Serious (about fun) Sam. I wouldn't have believed myself - I called them up saying I am going to join the group for Holi. I was to report to Ashu’s apartment dressed in my most expendable attire which will get dyed to an unrecognizable hue and as was to turn out –to be almost torn into bits.

Driving blind without my spectacles ( my only pair ) I met fellow blind without my specs Ashu and Sam joined us in some moments. Ashu and Sam had purchased a good quantity and variety of colours. Sharayu, Sandhya, Victor and Syed were waiting for us at office as we entered the office at 8PM, dressed in old track pants, worst of the lot Tees and slippers. Hope the big brass dosent sees us in this avatar. We got rid of the bags by sweet talking the security guard to stash it near his desk (who had become accustomed to our odd timed outings and whacky activities being conducted by us or originating from this office).

We couldn’t wait to get out of the main gate and near the main road. In full view of the public, abandoning any coyness we tore open the Gulal packets and the celebrations began. The 6 of us were unrecognizable after a few minutes. Each of us were covered by Gulal ( pink), yellow, green and violet. Ashu had also got some synthetic dye (Which makes my hands and neck look candy pink for another week). Sandhya ( and Shiv to come) was the only amongst us well dressed. We made her regret wearing those clothes. So was to realize Shiv. Black Raymond’s pants? Not anymore. Try this new yellow briefed one we just made :)

Shiv arrived from another office. He needed some convincing. Like Sam hiding in the bushes to ambush just as he was to get out of the protection of the office. After a handful of yellow gulal, Shiv joined us with a vengeance. We did another round of Holi play adding to the several layers. It turns out people in Gorakhpur and Orissa play Holi a tad rough. They like to tear clothes it seems. And so Ashu’s shirt got a decent amount of stretching. Next in the firing line was my own shirt. I bargained for a sleeve. So Shiv and Syed tried – and did not succeed in getting even a stitch out of plcae (that shirt was from Belgium. Thanks bro. There I said it for the record. I can explain why I was wearing that shirt :) ) Now it was the turn of any body we recognized near the office. A few of our colleagues joined in the revelry.

By standers were enjoying simply watching us play. I could see that they badly wanted to join in, but they couldn’t. They had to get back to office next day. It was late already.

Victor couldn’t participate due to lent. But being a true sport he did let us color his face yellow a little.

We ended the night with photographs to preserve the memories we would never want to forget.

Bite into great Desi Chinese cuisine - Beijing Bites, Jayanagar

Food - Bite into great Desi Chinese cuisine - Beijing Bites, Jayanagar

K, V and S giving a great colgate moment.
Bachelorhood. Married guys envy, bachelors pride. Yet another weekend spent postponing studying for the imminent competency exam. But no regrets. Yesterday, 29th, was one of the most enjoyable nights I have had in Bangalore. Dinner with good friends always ranks among top of my favorite activities.

So it was me, Ashu, Sandhya, Victor, Sandy and Kavita trying something other than loitering at BTM or Forum; we decided we would loiter around Jayanagar , except for Kavita who had better things to do, and then end it with dinner at Beijing Bites.

We first hit another avatar of Cafe coffee day, Kalamane koffee ( or something similarly named) to sample some fresh brewed south Indian coffee while waiting for Sandy to grace us with his ever delayed presence. Great place to chill with some really interesting kaapis. Worth checking out for its uniqueness and the price. The crowd was as usual youthful but I did notice an elderly gent with I guess more discerning taste present there. I wouldn’t mind visiting Kalmane kofee to seriously try some more.

After some more dilly dallying and delaying Kavita further, we managed to move into Beijing Bites a full hour later than schedule. No need for reservation, there was enough place for many diners. The décor was great. Grades better than the Beijing Bites at Banshankari which looks like an over glorified Chinese tapri compared to this place. The crowd was a good mixture of young and sophisticated. Again scoring above the Banshankari place.

Victor, luckily or un luckily, for him was seated between Sandhya and Kavita causing the young couple seated next table much pain. The gentleman then, I guess was forced to shield his ladyship from Victor’s charm by sticking real close to her. We provided them further engagement in their uncomfort by gesturing and speaking in obvious hushed tones at them. The entertainment was superb.

Trying to reform back to vegetarianism, albeit for a full 10 minutes, I made Kavita agree to Veg Koithio , a Malaysian noodle dish, and crispy chili vegetables. Veg Koithio I should mention is a must try at B B’s because of the unique flat noodle make and the spice. It’s a great welcome break from the usual fare. The veggies were great, better than some of the non veg stuff. Well that’s what I can say about the veg.

Many more fowls lost their lives when we asked for Manchow soup and Hot and sour Chicken soup. The Manchow was reliably good, but the hot and sour was just too bad. Sandhya and Ashu had a hard time gulping it down. Then we asked for the all time favorite at BB - lemon basil chicken which did not disappoint us. Must mention another connoisseur friend Samrat whose extensive research in non veg dishes at many eateries results in reliable recommendations. One more dish was passable. For the main course was noodles and fried rice. The spice was provided by pickle chicken curry. Frankly the main course wasn’t a great experience, it was just as expected. I was expecting a surprise. It seems the food dosent change much between branches of the same chain of restaurants.

The bill for such a big quantity of food came to INR 750. Shared among six that’s a great deal! The service was better than average similarly the food. Much better than the Banshankari outlet.

We continued chatting till we reached our steeds, strolling in the beautiful Bangalore night. For a guy from Bombay, which I love, the weather was simply wonderful. Bidding everyone a safe ride back home, I ended yet another enjoyable Bangalore experience.

Banjara

Food - Banjara

Bit difficult to write after what has happened in Bombay.

Chandu finally decided to generously host us for lunch for his belated Birthday at Banjara at Jayanagar 4th block after repeated reminders on Sunday 23rd Nov. At 253 INR for the buffet, yeah those 3 rupees are for the toothpicks, we intended to attack the buffet table for every last paise that Chandu paid. Me and Advait know that there is a similar financial ‘correction’ in store at our Birthdays.

Kavita had tipped me off about this place and I have to really appreciate her choice. The décor was surprisingly very good inside. Huge dining hall with capacity to seat almost 250 people comfortably I guess. We were led to a comfy corner by a hostess, waited by a head waiter and served with the usual cutlery and stuff by another guy. Great presentation must say.

After Chandu confirmed his financial situation and the fact that they do take tax saving meal cards, we voted for the buffet. Not a very wide spread, we started with three kinds of salads and pasta salads. But it’s the starters we made a bee line for. The vegetable manchuri ( mind you they call it manchuri intentionally ) , chicken ajwain, peanut chicken and tawa chicken were good. Ok the peanut chicken was great. Almost full, we were determined not to give up at this instant.

Next up main course of some really fancy phulkas made on a unique wire framed roti maker which made for a nice show every time the phulkas went into the flames naked. I went for my healthy compensate of palak paneer, dal fry, spl gujurathi sabzi –actually undhhio ,dakshin fish curry and chicken labadar. Full points for the veggies. But the non vegetarian fare was passable. I didn’t care , it was very difficult eating anything after the starters. I managed to try few more grains of pulao of the rice varieties offered which was pretty decently spiced, just for formality sake.

I strangled the last breath out of my attempt at eating healthy that weekend by the next onslaught. Gulab jamoon, gajar halwa, vanilla mousse, ice cream and some dish I don’t know what to call. I had it all. Gajar halwa was toooooo good. The mousse was excellent. Gulab Jamoon was ok. Ice cream..ho hum. Please call for a fork lift.

How was it? Totally totally worth the money. The extra 3 rupees too.

Movie - Dostana

Movie - Donstana

Finally a Karan Johar movie which I was able to laugh throughout and not choke on senti - baazi. The movie starts with the usual plastic perfect location of Miami (really?) with picture perfect bods throughout the movie ( except for Boman Irani). The overall theme was - as you can guess pretend 'Happy' guys are in love with the very very lovely Priyanka Chopra. So who ends up winning her heart? In the process losing a lot of other things. Aishwarya just in case, I am there for you .....

Quite awkward watching it with 5 guys and 1 sporting girl in a theatre which was attended by almost everyone younger than me! My first tryst with mid - young adulthood crisis. Just for the record, our group out classed any college kid in that hall who could whistle, cat call or pass colorful comments whenever Ms.Chopra did something worth commentable. The screen was too far away, or I was sure we would have danced in front of it when 'Ma da Ladla' played - exaggeration OK, but sure did that in our seats!

It was great letting my hair down like this, quite a memorable movie ! Enjoy, without your parents of course. And just for the record, I am totally behind baby log ha...

Yo Andhra! - Dinner at Mandara

Food - Yo Andhra!- Dinner at Mandaara

After a day of hard work (sic) four of us decided to have dinner at a place we had dined at recently. Mandaara’s which lies upslope of Katriguppe Junction towards Mysore road, is another miss if you blink eatery on the first floor. More visible on the exterior is the billboard announcing the Bar on the second level. Enter the decent well lit dining hall and you will find a sparse crowd of family and young diners. I am to be puzzled why. Not yet though.

We sit on very comfortable sofas seating 3 at a time and six on the marble table with folded plantain leaves. All this looks very inviting. The whole atmosphere is just right. Not posh not bad just decent and comfortable.

My fellow diners were Jason, Samrat and Ashutosh. All seasoned non vegetarians. And today Jason and Ashu are gonna test the Biryani. So shall we. Although we ordered the mini meal – which is not mini in any sense. “And we shall also have the kalmi kabab” says Jason matter of factly. One thing to mention is Jason is a thin guy for an Indian software engineer who eats meat twice a day, skips most of the veggies and feels chapathis are no match for parathas which he religiously eats with ofcourse chicken curry and lots of it while at it. Ashu agrees to the kababs, though a little doubtful whether he will be able to eat that much.

Me and Samrat wash the plantain leaves with water and the waiter ladles delicious thick dal, spicy brinjal and the unique chutney (what is its? Gram dal or peanuts or a combination?) .Then comes a plate of white rice, small bowls of rasam, curry, kadi and thick creamy curd. A sad excuse for a papad is also provided. The fragrant biryani comes in a brass serving kadhai. The Kalmi Kabab will take time. We start with the rice in front of us which is the main course of an Andhra Dinner. The dal is just right. The spicy brinjal is surprisingly well made, cause I detest brinjals. The chutney as usual is great but what took the cake was the kadi.I don’t know if what we had was kadi, but similar to that – it was just great.

Jason and Ashu seemed to applaud as soon as they had the biryani. The taste was well balanced, the spices and the flavors not overpowering, giving each other just space on the palate. The chicken portions seemed scant , but were tender and tasted great with the spice thoroughly mingling with it. The kalmi kabab appeared finally – it is a kabab made from chicken legs and is a favorite amongst chicken . So Mr.Kalmi arrived super tender and wonderfully spiced. The accompanying pudina chutney was unnecessary , the kabab tasted awesome and as Ashu said, we were just afraid of finishing it off soon.

All of this was finished off over a healthy discussion involving Multimedia. We didn’t bother with deserts cause we were just too full.

The bill came which was a very reasonable Rs.356.

Mini Meal – Rice with various curries and chutneys Rs 34 --------Great and superb value for money.
Chicken Biryani Rs84 ------------------------------------- Good but the price was above the wow zone
Kalmi Kabab Rs120 ---------------------------------------------Good and price seemed on the high side.

Bottomline – great place to have a meal. I had it the second time and will go back again.

China Pearl. No shes not my GF..unfortunately :(

China pearl, koramangala:

The occasion was a casual dinner party thrown by my roomie and some common friends. If you might have read my previous blog post, company really matters.

I don’t really fancy fancy places like this one, obviously they are supposed to be good, given that people who were hosting the party had tried or had been reccommended about it. Hence the notch goes higher this time.

My first night time in Koramangala, enjoying the sights and more sights (I was wearing a helmet) of Bangalore, the glam city. Hey this is what I came for. My earliest memories of Bangalore were a place where you could enjoy ‘american’ style food way back when there was none in Bombay and a hi tech, clean and functional city. Seems it still has it!

On a road full of similar joints, China pearl strikes no amazement into you. Enter and the décor is a bit crowded and usual. The staff were crisp ( hey I havent started tasting yet!) and very much in the ‘theme’ ! Not bad. The crowd seemed upmarket, except for us J had a good sprinkling of youngsters although it didn’t seemed like a very hip place (considering the fact that at one point they told us to pipe down, but we had our usual kind of fun). All this points to some serious dining. And. It’s Indian Chinese, not authentic.

We were 11 hungry people all from the same company. 11 different points of view, 10 great companions,7 states represented on a table and for sure 5 different languages spoken in a span of roughly 2.15 hours. I love my country.

So let’s eat.

What? The menu was huge. The sea food section was also well populated, which surprised me. The vegetarians definitely don’t lose out in this restaurant.
Heres what we ate, with an attempt at pro star rating, mind you this rating was done by 3 guys, hence I can say , this rating does good justice. Tabloids, please contact my agent.

Shaolin sticks (veg seekh Chinese style) – * * * * .5
Crispy paneer – * * * *
Momos – * * *
Lung fung soup – * * * .5
Chicken manchow soup – * * .5
Red Dragon chicken – * * *.5
Veg balls in hot garlic sauce – * * * *.5
Veg Chowmein - * * * *
Veg Schezwan fried rice (peas!) - * *
Chilly fish - * * * *
Kum Fa lamb - * * * .5
Chocolate mousse - * * * .5
Sweet lime soda - * * * *

Overall I can give it a * * * *. Lack s a full 5 because it seems a bit on the expensive side.

A meal I shall remember, for the food and the people.

Hey, I just did what many foodie columnists do; impose their judgement on the readers in metrics like numbers and stars. That’s the last thing I want to do.

Go to this place. It’s good.