Maharashtrian Food at Peshwa Kisses My Sleeping Beauty Blog Awake.

blankWhen I first envisioned this grand concept of food tours and started planning to create Frying Pan Adventures, this is how I thought I’d structure my life:

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Let me give you the hairy inside scoop on how things have panned out.

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The moral: Wash the mascara off of your pretty plans, get real, and sleep like a bear before you launch a business.

But I love what I do. (says every sleep-deprived, coffee-chugging entrepreneur whose noble dreams have morphed from building a business to running away to Hawaii and sleeping on the beach. with a pina colada. extra ice please.)

The great thing about what I do is that I meet some really interesting and like-minded people who are generous, accepting of new flavours, and willing to throw themselves into a situation where the menu is bursting with alien-sounding names that might be snake’s blood with curdled lizard tongues for all you know. Suzy from foodieinberlin.com is a perfect example of one such like-minded soul. She met up with me during my North African food tour and then joined me for her first Maharashtrian meal yesterday at Peshwa (which incidentally serves neither snake nor lizard.)

Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - Dubai

Peshwa cooks up Maharashtrian cuisine, the same kind of cuisine that I developed a fancy for over one mountain-top lunch in Mahabaleshwar, Maharashtra, and then fell deeply in love with at Manisha’s Kitchen in Dubai a while ago. A major difference between Manisha’s and Peshwa is that the latter does both veggies as well as meat/fish, and the menu is oodles more extensive than at Manisha’s. Flipping through it was like swinging through a jungle of dishes, and it took every bit of resolve to axe away some mouthwatering options and short-list just…10 dishes. And 2 drinks. (to our defence, 3 of those ‘dishes’ were just variants of roti.)

Here’s the plate of Kothimbir Wadi, deep-fried squares of gram flour fritters garnished with coconut shreds. The outsides were well-drained and crunchy at the edges, while the insides were full of gram flour seasoned with coriander and spices. I’m positive I tasted dried fenugreek too, though it’s sometimes challenging to dissect subtle herby flavours when the greens have sizzled up in a deep-fryer.

Kothimbir Wadi - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - DubaiEver bitten into a pakoda with a thick gram flour coating? Tasted the semi-pasty, semi cakey quality of the inner gram flour crust? Now imagine this starter having a tummy full of that texture. You’ve got to do the token dip in some sweet tamarind chutney or pickled lemon achar, or both…or if you take leftovers home, you could effectively violate the dish by dipping the fritters into ketchup. (guilty as charged.)

I was overjoyed to see Bombil Fry (Bombay duck) on their menu, hoping to stick my fork into some thin creamy fish crusted over with crunchy speckles of semolina. The joy lasted but a few glorious seconds when I was informed that Bombil hasn’t been available in the market for some time now. We settled on rawa-fried Surmai (semolina-crusted and fried kingfish), which was a sad cry from the crunchy fish that Canara a few metres away has spoiled me with in the past.

Rawa fried Surmai or Kingfish - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - DubaiLimp and skinny fillet of kingfish, with a lacklustre coat of batter/skin/something I wasn’t expecting and a few faint grains of semolina. Peshwa: WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME??

Moving on to happier things, here’s the Bharli Wangi. Baby eggplants cooked in a rich peanut and coconut gravy, with the prominent taste of freshly ground coriander and the grainy mouth feel of ground peanuts.

Bharli Wangi - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - DubaiThe sweeter cousin of this same dish at Manisha’s Kitchen was a hit when I tried it, this more savoury version at Peshwa was a winner too. The only tweak I’d suggest is that they clamp down on the garam masala to mitigate the risk of severe chest burn, the kind that I am attempting to extinguish now as I write this post alongside cups of lemon and green tea.

Their Pithla, gram flour paste, was perfectly seasoned, and a favourite of Suzy who astutely observed that the paste was firming up from liquid to a more molten state as the meal progressed.

Pithla - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - DubaiThe flavour actually stayed good throughout, as well as in the evening when I scooped it up for dinner with tender bits of roti-like Bhakri (there were three options on the menu – Tandula (rice flour), Jowari (sorghum) and Bajra (pearl millet). We got all three of course.)

Bhakri - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - Dubai

Now here was a first-timer on my plate: a seasonal speciality called Fansa Che Bhaji, or Cooked Jackfruit.

Fansa Che Bhaji - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - Dubai

I’ve never eaten jackfruit cooked in a dish, let alone paired with peanuts, cashew nuts, coconut (sensing a theme here?) While the subtle fruity-nutty-masala tones of the dish didn’t make it the flavour winner on the table, it definitely got brownie points on originality and texture – soft jackfruit fibres intertwined with crunchy nuts.

May I introduce you to the tummy-saver that kept my innards feeling relatively refreshed despite the copious amounts of food? Say hello to the Kokum drink.

Kokum Drink - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - Dubai

Made out of the kokum fruit indigenous to India, the drink was aptly termed as an antacid on the menu. If something saved me from exploding during the meal, it was this cooling potion of sour plum-like kokum mixed with cumin powder and a tad bit of sugar or jaggery.

Another drink that hit the table was Suzy’s Keri Pani (clear raw mango water), a summery sherbet-like drink that will blast your nostrils with a giddying perfume puff of saffron as you bring the glass to your lips (they had generously left at least 3 strands of saffron in one tiny glass of sherbet, a bit of an overkill because it silences the mango flavour to a mere squeak in the background.)

The Bharli Wangi might have been my favourite dish, but then…dessert happened. AND I don’t even have a sweet tooth. You can’t leave a Maharashtrian restaurant without having Shrikhand, so despite the fact that it was totally inappropriate after I’d stuffed myself like a cow, I called out for the hung yoghurt dessert garnished with almonds and saffron (Oh yes, there shall be dessert.)

Shrikhand - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - DubaiBut instead of pairing it with the authentic deep-fried puri’s, we used the shrikhand as a dipping pool for another dessert – Puran Poli (and then, there shall be Dessert.)

Puran Poli is a flour roti stuffed with a powdery mash of ground gram flour (chickpea flour) lentils and jaggery, and smeared over with a glistening something that I suspect to be none other than our beloved waist-loving warrior, Ghee.

Puran Poli - Maharashtrian food - Peshwa Restaurant - Dubai

Two naughty desserts, smacked together into one mind-blowing creamy, powdery, chewy, sweet, tender, yoghurty combo. Just perfect enough to make the cow in you find its second tummy compartment and stuff your face again.

I want to quit being shameless and tell you that I skipped dinner. But I can’t.  The truth is that I couldn’t stop thinking about the flavours of the meal, and finally had to reopen the leftover boxes to taste everything once again at night. If I had to compare the two, Manisha’s Kitchen does more homely, healthier-tasting food, and is cheaper on many of the same dishes. Peshwa has a far greater variety (which is very exciting but also downright confusing), non-veggie options, better service (a factor of having more manpower), and WAY more table space (at least 3 times more) so that you’re not falling over into the table next to you. Each has their place in the Dubai restaurant world – and I can only hope that we’ll have more restaurants dishing out authentic Maharashtrian fare down the line.

Let me leave you with this. This entire feast cost no more than – hold onto your chair – about 60 dirhams per person.  Or actually about 35 dirhams per person, because the leftovers made it to my dinner table last night, and will resurface for a final demolition over lunch today. Thank you Karama, for keeping things real.

Peshwa Restaurant
Phone: 04-3795520, 055-5490289, 055-8564661
Take the right turn after Moulin D’Or on Za’abeel Road and drive down. Peshwa will be to your right, just before the T-junction.
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Author: InaFryingPan

With a family legacy of ingenious cooks, a nutritionist and chef-extraordinaire mother, and a father who introduced me to steak and caviar when I could barely reach the table, I had no choice but to acquire a keen awareness of food during my childhood years in Dubai. But it was only after I found myself on a college campus in Philadelphia – far away from home, too cheap as a student to spend on anything other than pizza, and with dorm rooms that had little rat-holes of kitchens if they even had them at all – when I developed a heightened appreciation of food. An appreciation of food that I once ate every night at the dinner table in Dubai, but that was now an entire ocean away. I lusted for the culinary treasures that lay outside the stale walls of my college dining hall, hijacked friends’ kitchens to try my hand at something, anything , remotely edible, and greedily raided different websites in search of highly-rated restaurants. With my move to New York to work for a consulting firm that secretly harbored self-professed foodies, my appreciation transformed into a passion, an addicition. I felt like everyone around me in New York was talking about food: where to get the best cupcakes, pizza slices, banh mi, kati rolls, pho, fried chicken, and every other food item out there that is just a plain old dish in some part of the world, but that’s become hyped to unforeseen proportions in New York. What fuelled my addiction over time was travel to different cities, both for work and play, which gave me unfettered access to the culinary havens of not only New York, but also of DC, Virginia, Chicago, Houston, Vegas, Austin, Seattle and even a little city called Bentonville (Arkansas!). After 9 years away from home, I’ve finally taken the leap to come back to Dubai – with not just an awareness, but genuine appreciation and passionate addiction for what I’d taken for granted as a child. Mom, I’m back to reclaim my seat at your dinner table, and to rediscover this city with its ever-expanding menu of international flavors.

5 thoughts on “Maharashtrian Food at Peshwa Kisses My Sleeping Beauty Blog Awake.

  1. IshitaUnblogged says:

    My God! To be honest I just felt awakened… am hopping intoyour blog after a long time as well and suddenly feel all fresh and shaken up. Wish I could hover around for a long time. Am drooling over the Bharli Wangi and the Fansa Che Bhaji… I’m curious about this cooked Jackfruit. Whatever you do Sizzler, don’t give up on your blogposts!

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  2. Embla says:

    haha! I hope the business craziness means that things are going well! If you ever do run away to Hawaii, let me know and I will take you around to all the good eats. :)

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  3. Sally Prosser says:

    Karama crawl yes – I hear there’s an interesting Sri Lankan food hall too.

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  4. Devina Divecha says:

    Should take my Maharashtrian wing of the family there and see what they think! Kokam is fairly popular with them, as is the jackfruit dish, I know that.
    Puranpolis I associate with my Gujarati half of the family – my Dadi used to make it, and no matter where else I have eaten, sadly never liked it. After she passed away I haven’t really eaten any puranpolis…all fall short! But I keep trying it in places where I find it…in the hope I will find something that matches my expectations.

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