Scratch your dinner plans tonight and try the lamb chops in Karama. SMOKY and BUTTERY are two of the most overused words when it comes to describing grilled meat. After trying the ones at Karama-born Dimyati, I’ll be wary about … Continue reading

Scratch your dinner plans tonight and try the lamb chops in Karama. SMOKY and BUTTERY are two of the most overused words when it comes to describing grilled meat. After trying the ones at Karama-born Dimyati, I’ll be wary about … Continue reading
Potson and I have been eagerly awaiting the opening of Mahesh Lunch Home, a Mangalorean seafood stalwart with its commercial fingers dipped into five different spots across Mumbai. Kudos to Potson who lugged himself over for lunch, despite having stabbed … Continue reading
With a 32 year history in Dubai, Woodlands has a cult following. This tiny Karama kitchen knows how to dole out a crisp dosa, tender chapatis, heart-warming sambar, and crunchy vadas that are so perfectly deep-fried that you’d want to … Continue reading
There’s something so seductive about sweet-salty foods. Salty caramel. Icing sugared Moroccan chicken bastilla. Meaty kababs slathered over milky sweet sheermal bread >> Let’s admit it. The swampy mush of a dish looks like it’s already been ravaged by someone … Continue reading
You know that feeling when something is not quite right and you cannot throw a dart at what it is? I have had that feeling for a few days now, ironically just as things are finally settling in with my food … Continue reading
I’m not sure what’s driving the new Maharashtrian food trend in town, but heck, I’m happy. India has so many sub-pockets of culture and cuisine beyond chicken tikka masala [which we’ve donated to Britain anyway] and saag paneer, that it’s … Continue reading
Sona took me to her secret Mangalorean fish and rice hangout in Karama last week. By the end of the meal, my stomach was weeping happy sentimental tears over how bloody good the food was. It took one scoop of … Continue reading
It’s way too much work to eat a crab. Let’s not even get into the behind-the-scenes kitchen drudgery, I just literally mean eating one. I always feel like some jaggedy edge of the craggy carcass will stab my fingers before … Continue reading