Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Tasting Room, Lower Parel

I have visited High Street Phoenix many times in the past but I didn't know about this restaurant. My brother told me that there is a good place called 'Good Earth' just close by that sells stuff - pillows, candles, handmade soaps etc - that I might find interesting. He also mentioned that they also have an eatery. I had pictured a small cafe tucked into a corner with 2-3 tables and a limited menu of coffees and sandwiches.

But the place floored me the moment I wandered in from the shop. A wave of calmness - a luxury in this city that is teeming with people who are always rushing somewhere - washed over me when I was least expecting it. It felt as if I had all the time in the world to sit back, relax and enjoy whatever they had to offer.A lot of it has to do with the decor. Never before had I seen any walls with pealed off paint blend so easily and beautifully with the rest of the setup. In fact, I am still wondering how they have managed it. There are huge paintings adorning the walls - the one depicting two kids walking along a wooded road is already my favorite. I spent 5 minutes gazing at it - and not even once wondered if others dining there found that odd. Plants in huge pots sat in the corners where sunlight filtering through the windows created interesting patterns on the floor. Totally my kind of place!



Ah, but enough about the decor. The real taste of the pudding is in eating it, isn't it? So here's the menu. Lots of interesting things on offer - salads, pasta, poultry and fish. We scanned the menu greedily (!) and ordered the following - Watermelon salad with feta and pine nuts, Fish & Chips and Jalapeno Chicken Risotto.

When the salad was served I wondered for a moment if the waiter, by mistake,  had served me a dessert someone else had ordered. :-) Three perfect squares of juicy watermelon, perfectly marinated in peppy mint vinaigrette, sprinkled with crushed feta cheese, pine nuts and arugula leaves. Years ago, I had eaten the same salad - but the watermelon was chopped in cubes, wasn't marinated and there were no arugula leaves. Though at Rs. 480 it is a bit steeply priced, I feel the Good Earth version is better. A perfect antidote for a hot April afternoon in Mumbai!

Watermelon & Feta Salad
 I had my doubts about Fish & Chips - because the menu mentioned that the fish would be 'basa'. I had no idea what the fish looked or tasted like - the only sea food that I can eat being the Pomfret. But all my worries melted away like the first bite of the crispy creamy white fish topped with creamy tartare sauce. The crispy fries that accompanied the dish were more matching than the proverbial 'match in heaven'! If God had Himself descended upon earth at that very moment and inquired about the happiest person on earth, I am sure I would have fit the bill perfectly :-)

That leaves us with the Risotto and I have nothing but praise for the chef. Plenty of chicken pieces (and I suspect some bacon too!) with a cheezy, perfectly cooked, delicious rice - what more can one ask for!

Jalapeno Chicken Risotto
I bet you anything under the (blistering & blazing April!) sun that this place is going to be one of my favorite haunts in Mumbai. Here's to many more afternoons of lunching and soaking in the feeling of timelessness! It's good to be on Earth :-)
Magnificent Delusions - by Husain Haqqani

Till the Last Breath - Durjoy Datta (Spoiler Alerts!)

'Hospital Ceilings Are Boring. Drive Safely' - a board fitted to one of the roadside lamp-posts in Mumbai reads. And I guess except for doctors, nurses and other hospital staff, all of us would agree that hospitals are places one should do everything in his or her power to avoid. And yet, this book by Durjoy Datta uses it as a backdrop for the story of two patients - both terminally ill.

Enter the cast. Pihu Malhotra always wanted to be a doctor and she secured an admission in one of the prestigious medical colleges of the country. But then she started feeling sick and believe it or not, diagnosed herself to be suffering from ALS - a progressively debilitating disease. Her roommate in room No. 509 of GKL Hospital is Dushyant Roy, a quintessential bad boy, in fact as bad as they make them, who has abused his body with every man-made poison to such an extent that he is practically days away from death. Pihu is a chatterbox whereas Dushyant would give his right arm to be left alone. Kajal Khurana has the dubious distinction of being Dushyant's ex-girlfriend. Dushyant has mis-treated her in the past and yet, she loves him and is forever torn between him and her current beau Varun. Dr. Arman Kashyap is the dream-come-true for any Indian girl of marriageable age and her mother - tall, dark, handsome, talented and single! And then there is Dr. Zarah Mirza, a doctor who has had to live through a traumatic experience when she was in her teens, estranging her from her parents and planting in her a feeling of deep dislike of men.

Okay, so now this cast falls head over heels in love with each other in classic Hindi movie style. Arman falls for Pihu and she for him. Zarah is smitten with Dushyant and he is still in love with Kajal. Kajal cannot make up her mind between Dushyant and Varun. Oh boy!

Just when you are almost convinced that the doctors and patients will start gyrating to the tune of the latest item number and that you have made a mistake by bringing home this novel that was meant to be read by teenagers only (if you already don't fall in that age bracket!), Pihu and Dushyant's health takes a turn for the worse. Anyone who has seen 'Anand' starring Rajesh Khanna and Amitabh Bachchan can guess the plot from here on. Not much of a surprise there.

And that's precisely why I felt that the novel is a mere rehash of the movie and its message of hope, delivered with a storyline and dialogues that will appeal to the college-going generation. Of course, one can argue that there is nothing wrong about it, given especially that most of them are likely to give a miss to the yesteryear's movie. Ultimately, it is the message that is important. Fair enough!

Having said that I cannot help but feel that the author could have done better as far as the other aspects of story-telling go. e.g. it is inconceivable that in a hospital any visitor can come and go at any odd hour. Normally, visitor hours are strictly observed. It is equally unbelievable that a doctor can whisk his or her patient off to the terrace for a private late-night dinner or a drive across the city without either the patient's parents or staff knowing about it. The author has got the three ladies' names mixed up on a couple of pages (167, 199 and 207 in case you are interested!). Plus there have been some instances where wrong words have been used. e.g. 'Zarah overlooked the administration of the medicine'. From the context, one can figure out that the author probably meant 'oversaw'. I did not Google the author but he looks to be very young if his photo inside the back cover of the novel isn't an old one. His mistakes can be 'overlooked' to a certain extent, given his young age, but the same cannot be said for those who were responsible for 'overseeing' that they did not creep into the final product.

Though I didn't like the novel much, I loved what Pihu says about her forever smiling face:

My memories of them will be gone as I leave; their memories will stay with them forever. Don't we all smile for the pictures we click even on the worst picnics? That's all I want to do. I want to smile for their last picture of me.

Wish we all could remember these lines as we go about our daily life with heightened stress levels, increased blood pressure and a forever dour expression. :-(

P.S. The "the" in the novel's title is spelt in lowercase. I have no idea why.
I wasn't expecting a queue when I set out to vote on the morning of 24th. But I carried the day's newspaper with me, just in case. To be sure, the center wasn't exactly overflowing with citizens eager to exercise their right. But there was a sizable crowd of 15-20 ahead of me. Just when I was about to unfold my newspaper, a lady returning after casting her vote informed me that there was a separate queue for ladies. Thank God for small mercies!

There were 3-4 ladies ahead of me in this queue as well. The one standing directly in front of me looked at the voter slip in my hand and said 'We didn't get these'. 'Oh, that usually tells you which booth you have to go to plus your voter number so that they don't have to hunt for your name in the list'. I said. 'Yeah, I know. I got the same from the guys sitting outside' she replied. But when her turn came she went in and returned without casting her vote. My heart skipped a bit. What now? 'What happened?' I asked her. 'Oh, I am supposed to go to the next booth' she said. Wasn't she told this outside? Who knows. I clutched at my voter ID card and hoped it would be enough to let me cast the vote.

When my turn came I handed over the slip to the lady. She noted the number and went directly to the entry in the voter list. I was surprised to find that there was no photo next to my name in the list. What? How can this happen? Hadn't I spent almost 2-3 hours one day last October to make sure that the list has my photo? Whatever happened to the photo I gave them? I almost expected the lady to tell me I cannot cast my vote because there is no photo in the list. But she asked me to move to the next guy in the chain. Glory be to God!

I didn't get to read the newspaper at all while I was there. I used it to fan myself because the narrow corridor of the school that was converted to voting center didn't have any fans!