A quiet dinner for two

I was back from China, and The Family was missing all the Chinese food she hadn’t eaten. So we decided to compensate with a visit to a new pan-Asian restaurant in one of the by-lanes of Colaba. Pan-Asian is a silly name because it is based on a “race” classification in the US which seems to lump together Malays and Koreans, among others. To be more accurate this restaurant served modern food influences by countries to the east of India.

The shrimp roll to start was a choice that we were very happy with. The steamed rolls with shrimps and fresh veggies rolled in a thin chapati made with rice flour came with a peanut and soya sauce options, and shavings of deep fried onions and garlic on the plate. The peanut sauce was an interesting combination, heavy, without hiding the freshness of the roll.

The cocktails were really exciting. The Family made the most interesting choice: a margarita infused with rice kanji. We had a sea bass for the mains. The little dab of green that you see on it turned out to be a very flavourful coriander based sauce. This was light and perfect as the major protein. The dessert was the amazing dish you see in the featured photo: a lemon tart topped with black sesame ice cream, black and white sesame wafers and little shavings of almonds. The food will bring us back to this small, quiet, and intimate place.

Author: I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.

13 thoughts on “A quiet dinner for two”

  1. In San Diego, years back, was a restaurant called, I think, the 49th Parallel. It was pretty amazing. All the food served there came from cultures along that latitude line, and that included Paris. Here in the back of beyond there’s nothing like that. If I want Chinese food, I have to cook it and I never do. The best Chinese food I’ve had in the US was in Las Vegas in a restaurant where there were ONLY Chinese except for me and the evil X and some lost guy drinking at the bar. When we came in they handed us little papers with numbers on them, Arabic numbers, but they called them in Mandarin. The guy drinking at the bar was surprised when I stood up and said, “Our table’s ready.” Of course, in a surfeit of nostalgia, my eyes were “sweating.” ❤

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