The Fouth Generation Visits

 The 4 th Generation visits .. Al Jawahar …

I write this very fondly .. among the many tales my Grandfather often told me one of his tales was a newly formed India .. and how he visited his sister at Matia Mahal .. beside Jama Masjid…… his sister would order or call for a mutton curry …. From Jawahar Restaurant… and he would with fondness… describe every moment and morsel … with great relish and charm . Like he would describe with equal relish .. a murder mystery he solved with his many years with the police…

My mother his daughter equally relishes Karim’s and Jawahar.. our last visit at Jama Masjid to meet a Hakim for her back ailment a few years ago culminated at Karims a mutton Korma and Khamiri Rotis..

I have frequented and taken and been with many   Friends to many a place at Matia Mahal .. the last visit to albeit Al Jawahar was with a dear friend.. a few years ago …it was delicious and delightful followed by Shahi Tukda and Habshi Halwa..

Today … while driving my daughter back from her work place .. I offered her many a snack tio eat on the way .. back … . I wonder what come over me and said shall we have  kabab and roomali roll my go to place of my youth 35- 40 years ago ..Saleem’s .. she said no .. 

We drove past a relatively newly opened AlJawahar in our neighbourhood.. at GK2 .. I have been meaning to call for food or stop by many a time ..but couldn’t..

When dear daughter said let’s stop and check it out we did. I told her they more known for their curries she said let’s try Kababs and Roomali Rotis . That’s what we did ..

A portion of Galautis and portion of mutton seekh kabab .. we would give it 6/10 on food but a 10/10 on the experience and nostalgic memories and family tradition of visiting albeit Al Jawahar .

The fact that fourth generation within the family visited an iconic eatery was the greatest joy and story..

When I was a young boy ..I wondered how can a deeply non vegetarian place have a Hindusque name . I was filled with admiration that a truly secular India named it after Jawahar Lal Nehru our first Prime Minister…little did I know it has meanings in Urdu Arabic .. all refering to a Jewel ..Truly a family jewel for us and almost an heirloom story …for us.. 

And of course my Armored Corps Regiment I am visiting..tomorrow for the raising day has a motto and call themselves Jang Ke Jawahar … what a strange coincidence…

Lonely Lady

 

Lonely Lady

It is International World Women’s Day and I see the lonely Lady I often see her in the Park in the mornings. She comes for a breather and breakfast, while I expand my breath and ambulate. I watch her secretly on my every round. She sits solemnly and stoically and administers her medicine from her well organized and spacious hand bag. She literally carries everything in it, almost her entire world. Tooth Brush and ablutions kit, a small towel, medicines, drinking water, snacks like fox nuts, dried poha and lunch for later. Sometimes I have seen her take a nap in the sun with her a bag as pillow and her ample shawl as a blanket. She dresses warmly. Her face has folds of untold stories.

I inferred, she works in homes in shifts and comes to the park to rest, recuperate and nourish herself. She unpacks and packs meticulously and chews her meals elegantly - daintily. Seldom on the phone, though she has a basic phone, she must be in her 50s or 60s, it’s hard to tell with some faces.

Today, I go closer to her and start a conversation, she empathizes with me like I empathize  with her, we show each other some compassion and then she pours a little out. The homes she works for don’t even offer her a cup of water, let alone a cup of tea ( I have seen her fill a small jar with water from the tap in the park). Yes she works as a cook in few houses in the morning and noon shifts- cooking for them, however she was looking for some work for the evening shift say at 5 pm or so. We exchanged numbers, me hoping to invite her first for a meal when I cook and then look at some arrangement to enhance her scope and quality of life with work or better conditions.

She has an  easy beatific smile and an uncomplaining demeanour and even when she talked about the beastly homes that didn’t offer her anything  ( water, food , place to rest), in this beastly and bitter winter which was bitterly cold, perhaps the coldest I am told  in 70 years.  She, left me, with admiration and beginning of a new friendship on Women’s day.

O Diva O Diva

 

O Diva

I know Diva more and before anyone else we were newly married and together finding our way about living in a joint family. It was a family lunch at Mezze Luna probably the first venture of Ritu Dalmia in  the early 90’s then Diva at GK2, Diva Café at GK1, Diva Spice, Diva at the Italian Cultural Centre… we had been to all of them. Wife has  always loved it, Daughter’s favorite….her eyes light up, and it’s her got to place for good food (she likes Pan Asian and Italian Food)

As TS Eliot in The Love Song of Alfred J Prufock says I have measured my life in spoonful’s of Coffee . I would say, I have measured my life in visits to Diva and its café’s. In many ways, she introduced us to Italian food through her restaurants, her persona and her shows on TV. There were many other Italian food exponents in Delhi…. Nat of Flavors… Italianos and Village Shoppe in Gurgaon (oldtimers would recall).

We had many a fine dine and café meals on occasions and just like that as it’s in my neck of the woods. Once while having lunch, Ritu Dalmia dropped by at our table and asked little Ananya (daughter) all of 12 or so, what have you ordered, Roasted Pumpkin Raviolli , very impressed and took photos with her. True connoisseur of my food she said.

Two, recent visits, one with brother Sanjiv, another a chance meeting with dear daughter Ananya.

First brother Sanjiv, after imbibing a few Titos’s vodkas at home we went to the trendiest neighborhood bar, Yangdup Lama’s Side Car, packed in an Old Fashioned Cocktail each and another Old Fashioned each at Depot 48….  (more of these bar stories later).

We were now ready for the Dinner. We had a reservation we were given the best table… corner by the upper floor window. We were introduced to an old hand our waiter Pandeyji of nearly two decades of fame and service. He took over and got a us great red wine, out of the expensive bottle into a decanter to breathe and served meticulously, a small portion of pasta cooked with blue cheese, nicely done, New Zealand lamb chops, didn’t care much for them, aaah the Pork chops, just divine and highly recommended…..quite a lot to drink a little woozy. But still remember the Tiramisu portion and were we all set after a great dinner attentive service, good recommendations.  Ah yes, the next table was a celebrating anniversary couple with a young builder husband and selfie obsessed sari clad wife… she took more photos of the evening than all the shutterbugs at  Katrina -Vicky after wedding show to the press, yes and the husband took more phone calls than Arnab Goswami, in a talk show. Yet again a great experience left me feeling like the proverbial Pavlovian dog craving for more.

Second, after being reintroduced to Pandey ji and picking up Tiramisu for my daughter another time from him , I requested my daughter to hang out and do her UPSC preparation and study over a coffee at Diva sometimes instead of her permanent address Starbucks a few shops away. And lo behold, a couple of days later I pop in to meet her impromptu and she was at Diva, having a coffee and in waiting for a Raviolli lunch and then we decided to have an exotic desert… plated magnificently… though they claimed they made their own ice cream. I very much doubt it. In all a great surprise lunch, though I had eaten some and joined in. In a Pandey ji  brought us back to Diva after the hiatus of the Pandemic. Go to Diva, now they cater at home and with DIY kits too from Casa Diva, who sends me constant updates.

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The Grammar Of Food at The Grammar Room

 

The Grammar Room

The Grammar of Food is what I have been trying to decipher and build upon for a decade and a half. While I was working with Zorawar Kalra, at Massive Restaurants in 2019 I made it a point to visit all competition in terms restaurants in the vicinity, as we had Bo Tai and were shortly launching Code, I popped into Olive at Mehrauli and its extension, The Grammar Room, which now has an identity of its own. I often wondered what AD Singh does right, location, food, staff service, first mover flexibility… some of them, none of them all of them.

Cut to December 2021, I had a colleague visiting from Bombay he was living at Gurgaon MG Road he said lets meet for a coffee or an early lunch… I said sure and blurted out The Grammar Room, wondering which recess of my mind was this embedded. Brands and visuals get into our brain files and surprisingly jump out unexpectedly.

I walk in, the first customer its 11am, and they are setting up. I am not welcomed almost an intrusion. Another thing, restaurants treat their first guests poorly almost as an intrusion rather than a blessing. I would lay out the red carpet for the first set of business of the day. It’s a cold winter morning, outdoors is cool but I decide to with the pandemic and all take a table outdoors.

A working couple walks in remove their masks open there laptops, small talk and perhaps a frugal order. The lovers walk in the stylish oomph girl Delhi style, talking of Mimosas and capers, you get the drift and the guy a simpleton Jat got rich and spending type for favors later in the afternoon. They get drinking cocktails at 11.15 am , what the hell, live it up.

Meanwhile my guest arrives, we order some burrata - cheese salad, a beer batter fish and chips, an orange juice and some coffee and some bottled Water- Himalayan seen after  a long time  absorb and talk about… stuff, somewhere in between I chat with the  waiter ( who is the head waiter of sorts, he is serving us and the service improved manifold). While laptop girl and boy move away further, the mimosa girl and Jat boy are getting saucy….as her ample bosom peeps from her freshly unbuttoned top shirt…

The food delivers 7on 10 the later improved service is 7on 10 from 4-5 earlier. The Washrooms 8 on 10 … there is no parking even if there is some you fend for yourself. Overall a decent experience, as outdoors are fun and look into a forest, on  Rs 2200 tab. I forgot to pack the fresh apple pie for my dear daughter… then picked up a Tiramisu from the famous Diva restaurant of Ritu Dalmia in my neighborhood, more on Diva soon… stay tuned in till we meet soon…