The place is adorable. Designed by Wes Anderson on an anime trip. Lots of colour and whimsical Jap cultural references – what’s not to love.
One of my favourite menus in Delhi and some good food that’s good for you. I could live for a week on the Chilli Edamame. The Black Cod is everything everyone’s raved about and their sushi game is also on point. The chef’s experiment, using red rice from the North East for some of the sushi rolls, is a spectacular success. The red rice is firm and flavourful enough in its own right to hold its own against the fresh fillings.
The mocktail scene is a total fail though – everything is too sugary.
Tastefully buzzy, Guppy is a pleasure.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Kalaghoda’s charming wood panelled Irish House had an outlet in the glitzy new Calcutta airport. A testament to what interior decorators can accomplish these days.
The incongruous “stained glass” made out of ply and plastic could have been stolen from a doll house. The theme is pretty convincingly carried out through the space. A corporate interpretation of an Irish pub.
It’s all pretty much bog standard, mass manufactured faux American junk but not the worst thing I’ve eaten in an airport.
Avoid the Falafel Burger, it tastes like cardboard.
The staff was haplessly sweet.
I’ve been dying to write about Novelty. A cult favourite with penniless litigators, this sandwich shop has no dearth of patrons.
A secret. The craft of simple but effective sandwich making is hidden behind shelves of detergent at the back of a grocery store. It’s actually nothing more than a long table, a ridiculous plastic cat and inane groceries, a sandwich dive bar, if you will.
The sandwiches are made with white bread so all bread nerds fetishising rye and pumpernickel can leave. Hot off the wrought iron sandwich clamp last seen in my grandma’s kitchen with the simplest fillings – Chutney, Tuna and Chicken Cheese. The accompanying mint chutney is worth double dipping into. Get a cold coffee and wash down the satisfaction of food that isn’t pretending.
The place is always busy – a sweet acknowledgment that we haven’t as a culture, completely lost our bearings.