Wade Hungwy !!

It was bound to happen one day. I mean for how long was I going to indulge in the same stuff again and again and time again?

It was time for closure; I knew it was time for moving on. And so I did. I finally mustered up courage to say no to Butter Chicken, Butter Rotis, Kulchas, The vinegar dipped onions, The Veg Kolhapuri, The Subzi Jal Frezie and tried something else.

As it so happened, I decided to have a take away and decided on this new restaurant which had opened up in my neighborhood.

The restaurant prides itself in providing world cuisine. But with such tags there is always the danger of one ending up eating "“Indianised"” world cuisine, one of the pit-falls of globalization (People really don'’t know where to stop). So but obviously there was apprehension ordering the food. As I gazed down the menu card and scanned up the different exotic sounding food names labeled under names like "“Insalate salad"”, "“Fire De Mexico"”, "“Arabic Flavors"” I wondered if these names are just an effort by the hotel management to make the menu card look all stocked up.

The reason is, I have been at the receiving end of such tricks before. Once I tried 2 different sounding Chicken fares named Chicken Rada (Yup, that'’s not a typo it'’s a name) and Chicken Garam. Well not only did they taste the same they wreaked the same havoc on my insides. My stomach still cringes at the sound of the name. Whoa, there......…see it cringed again.

Anyways the Quixotic mood I was in, I ordered the Pomodoro bread, Primavera (lasagna), Fusion (pasta) and Corn Nachos and waited.

The wait was bad. You know I was about to shell 400 bucks on the stuff and during the whole time 1 Murphy'’s Law kept coming to my mind. "“Sow your wild oats and pray for a crop failure on Sunday morning".

Then after 1800 seconds, the food finally appeared. Back home as I was quite eager to undo the packing, and then it happened.

The earthy smell of the basil leaves,tomato puree, the steamy wafts of the noodles and pastas, the salty pull of the grated Mozzarella which had been trapped for many, many minutes beneath the aluminum foil and desperate to do their last earthly duty of promising the patron of a veritable feast just jumped out in response to the sudden thermodynamic changes and tickled the olfactory nerves.

My brain being a creature of habit did what it did naturally and told the salivary glands to do their job overtime.

The Pomodoro was the appetizer. Well it was very good in its job. It essentially was a French bread which took to the oven like its own. The meltingly hot bread was covered with shredded basil leaves, minced garlic, olive oil, melted cheddar all very well done on the coil.

They were so well prepared that when my teeth bit through the bread, none of the ingredients showed any signs of post-partum stress or trauma.

The Corn Nachos too did the job of a side-kick very well. Nice and crispy chips and a good white sauce preparation of the corn.

Good stuff.

Overall. Haute Cuisine. Highly recommended to all staying in Mumbai who dont wish to spend 5 star prices for such items.

Do go ahead and try it out. The restaurant has branches in Mulund, Malad and Marine Lines plus one or two in Delhi too.

One should also try the Lebanese wraps at "“Pritam"” just outside Dadar station. Excellent stuff.

Bon Appetit.