Reminiscence: The Crumb Chronicles

I always saw myself as a precocious little girl, growing up. While my insistence in spending every evening completing my homework rather than stepping out to play might have been more attributable to laziness than anything else, my food choices were equally peculiar. I grew up on a steady diet of savoury, well spiced food…

Reviews: Progressive Oriental House, Lower Parel

Being relatively new to the food blogging community in Mumbai, most of my tip offs and bookmarks of good places to grab a meal at are solely dependent on a careful evaluation of reviews on the Zomato site, with recommendations from the more trusted users there that I follow. My introduction to Progressive Oriental House…

Reviews: Chaitanya, Dadar

It is surprisingly easy to draw similarities between my introduction to Mumbai and my introduction to Malvani food. For one, they both took place 6 years ago. And more importantly they both stand out for their ability to seem oddly familiar yet noticeably different from the city (and Keralite cuisine) I grew up with. To…

Reviews: Koolar and Co., Matunga

The history of and influences behind modern-day Irani cafe culture has been a subject of interest for me since I had my first cup of Irani chai at 17. It’s therefore likely that this post will be more of a history lesson than a review, and it is with this caveat that I proceed. Bombay’s…

Reviews: Copper Chimney, Worli

Mumbai’s dining scene is presently a veritable kaleidoscope of restaurants, with numerous new entrants employing any available mode of showmanship to grab the common consumer’s attention- be it eclectic cuisines, instaworthy desserts, quirky attempts at fusion and yes, the infamous molecular gastronomy sensation that’s gripped the nation. But amidst all the babel, I find myself…

Reviews: Luca, Lower Parel

I’ll be honest; my knowledge of Latin American/Hispanic culture has thus far been limited to articles on Frida Kahlo, BuzzFeed “Pero Like” videos, random cooking shows here and there and the occasional tendency to stalk Chef Gaston Acurio. And while all of that is a painfully restricted representation of their respective countries, I find that…

Reviews: Via Napoli, Prabhadevi

I’ve only ever had authentic (well, close to authentic) Neopolitan pizza once. I was around 14, and my aunt had taken us to this obscure, near empty Italian place in Dubai that focused on serving Neopolitan classics and I have vivid memories of only two dishes that I sampled during the course of that meal-…

Reviews: La Folie Lab, Lower Parel

When I came to Bombay 6 years back, our most common hangout place was the omnipresent but utterly forgettable “Cafe Coffee Day”- also lovingly called “SiSiDi” (CCD) by its patrons. At all CCD outlets back then, you were likely to find a mix of giggling girls, a couple or two and the occasional loner tucking…

Reviews: Bastian, Bandra

Its odd that a seafood lover like myself first chanced upon Bastian’s offerings because of a post on a chicken dish, not a seafood one. But yes, that lovely plate of fried chicken and mantou buns on my Instagram feed led me to their page- which to my joy, was bursting at the seams with…

Reviews: Yauatcha, Bandra Kurla Complex

That I should love dimsum seems expected, given my borderline obsession for pretty gift wrapped things. It is just the whole element of surprise in knowing there’s something hidden inside the relatively plain exterior, that has my curiosity piqued. And this childlike excitement is unchanged when I’m presented with a plate of translucent steaming hot…

Reviews: One Street Over

For anyone who has had to deal with the ominous CA journey, the next few sentences might result in a trip down memory lane. When I think of my foray into this course, what first comes to mind is all of us, fresh faced 18 year olds, suffering the drudgery of attending coaching classes on…

Reviews: New Martin’s, Colaba

It seems almost sacrosanct for anyone staying in Mumbai to visit Goa. And most, if not all accounts of these trips seem to revolve around some basics- EDM, crowded beaches, a rave if you’re really “cool” and the rest of the trip whiled away in hazy, happy, drunken stupor. But I’m not cool, you guys….