This is not a place that many of you snobs would approve of.
It’s a little dusty, with wan furniture and interior that has seen better days. From the outside, it looked like another tattered shop that cowers by the narrow street of Mumbai. One of those that doesn’t seem to meet satisfactory levels for food hygiene.
But frankly, I don’t give two donuts about that. Come say Hi to the Yazdani.
Guess which Fluff Master just turned a supposedly smacking delicious risotto/pasta post into a facetiously philosophical article?? What do these carbo-turbos have to do with quarter-life crisis? As a matter of fact, they do. They so very do. Sure it’s just a millennial thing. And guess what, IT IS, and there’s nothing we can do about it. As a matter of second fact, the next time you stand over your stove watching pasta boil, you would be lost in thought, thinking about this article and regurgitating my words because really, they are not nonsense only dressed up as nonsense but to be taken at a no nonsense level. BAM! Mind-blown. I did warn you.
A snuggly spot for you to eat up and drink up this winter. It is truly one of a kind – not only that it does Polish and Mexican food, but has also been around since 1942! A quick post from me, from my lunch break at work. A quick one for you, for your lunch break at work. Now get in there.
A cultural rant carefully disguised as food review. This is my take on a Vietnamese pho shack in Southwest London, which also cooks up Malaysian Laksa and Chinese pork buns Cantonese-style. From the way this business operates to the tableware it uses, Phat Phuc gives you a complete experience of how it’s like noodles-chasing in South East Asia minus the sweat. This is not your typical food review. Come see why.
When a bunch of grapes appears in auction and fetches thousands of pounds; when a chef needs license to sell a fish and a small error in its preparation means death of a customer… You think the world has gone mad. But, no it hasn’t. It’s just Japan.
Part II of this series involves sushi chomping at a small standing bar in Tokyo and an underground, low-browed izakaya that would transport you back in time to post-war Japan. Sushi with a side of time travel. Why the hell not??
Sorry I have been MIA for a while. In the last two weeks, I have changed job, moved home and recovered from stress-induced chocolate-bingeing trauma. But all’s good now and here’s the first of my many articles about the Land of the Rising Sun – starting with a (ramen long) introductory post about “Taste of Japan”! I will try to catch up in the next couple of days. Till then, please control your tempura and be patient with me.
Thank you so mochi!