Havarat !! I just ‘watsapped’ my
group of friends.
Hahaaaa …. They replied
They are making plans to meet up
soon at Moshe’s. Colaba/ Cuffe Parade…(dunno which one)
Both are my favourite. Actually,
its our group’s favourite. Like any other food loving, experimenting, ambience
gazing urban youth, we are always on a lookout on what is new in the City and
the neighbouring city. (Pune)
We are the weekend generation. We
are the midnight coffee on weekdays cult.( especially when there is juicy
gossip to share)
We don’t like really like crowded
places or ‘wait for an hour’ till you are tired to look around restaurants.
Moshe’s just gives us the space and the mediterrean /middle eastern cuisine is
right for our palette. The Colaba outlet is a very tiny one, barely can sit
10-12 people. There is a table for two
downstairs and a tiny staircase leads you to the rest of the dining area. The
wall facing the road has low arches and has interesting art crafts around it. The service is laid back – perfect for a
Sunday morning.
We dig into the ‘English
Breakfast’ or the Middle eastern egg dish and sip the yummy coffee. I curse the
vending machine office coffee. We share the week’s happenings, we offer
solutions, we giggle, we sigh. After nearly two hours of lazing around, we head
out towards the Taj, sniff the tourist air and get into the car. All of us enjoy the bliss of Sunday sun by
sitting at the Nariman Point promenade.
Moshe’s at Cuffe Parade is our
weekday late evening gateaway. The coffee and desert place. Driving post 10 pm
towards the south, no traffic, good music. (Pursuing Hrishi to not stop at
Breach Candy for his ‘ Chic choc’). Need
I say anything?
My memories are etched forever
with fond events at many such places.
My High School favourite was ‘
Oven Fresh’ at Shivaji park. I remember paying Rs.40 in ‘chillar’ to eat French
fries there. It’s a favourite with me and Mithila and even my Mum. It is
forever crowded and the quality has never changed.
Five years at Podar, Matunga were
a sheer joy. Lots of options for affordable cheap food.
So it was pani puri and Ragda
Pattice with Dhruti after a quick round of hunting for earrings in shops
nearby. I love the Ragda Pattice at this ‘thela’ (My mum used to eat here often
when she was expecting me…that explains it!)
My mouth starts watering at the
thought of ‘Kheema Pav’ and Brun maska at Gulshan – Irani. This experience
would be incomplete without you Aditya Khanolkar.
I cannot ever forget the ‘Mani’s’
experience…the unlimited sambar and yummy idlis and vada’s. Thanks to Nikhil,
Navin, Puriya, Kunti, Sneha, Neha,
Krutika. We had asked Navin to check if
Mani’s ka Anna could give his daughter in hand to ensure free supply of yummy
vadas. Remember how we used to save
entire term for that trip to Stomach?
I have eaten at possibly every
stall at Churchgate station thanks to Mithila Utrankar. The trips to Gaylords
were full of giggles with a dear colleague Harold.
Sigh.
Staying away from Mumbai, means
staying away from your Best friend of 13 years. It means missing that quick
walk around the streets of tiny Prabhadevi and the tangy Pani puri on rainy
evenings.
So this one is for all the Idlis
and Vada’s , Pav Bhaji’s at Sardar, Beer and finger food nights at Café Mocambo,
yummy pasta at Salt water café and Stone water grill, wine evenings at The
Tasting Room, loud banter at Red Box for all the finger licking chaat, vada
pav’s and frankies and the ‘I am so broke’ at the end of it all.
We all have our favourite ‘Adda
‘s and ‘ Katta’s. We keep visting the same places and know the menu by heart.
We identify them with the people with whom we share the food and feelings. The
‘Adda’ becomes a temple as our friendship blossoms, more dear to us than any of
our idols, the laughter more religious and soothing than any mantra chanted.
Lets check out the spread!!
