Sunday, November 13, 2005
The morning after a great time in with friends. Sunday morning, and I have to just duck in at work for some Monday morning work. But before that, it's time for breakfast. Rather, brunch, given that it's past twelve-thirty that Aristera and I finally head out. JATC and Crepe Station are too far, and Bombay Blues in nearby Phoenix is too... um... jaded. So we decide to have a traditional Marathi ishtyle breakfast.
K's right in a comment of his: Bombay does have her own charms.
No bhejas needed to be fried for this one.
We duck into a chhotu place called Sri Krishna's (100% veg) and take a table near the hustle and bustle of Senapati Bapat Marg outside. My office is right across the road. And we order misal pav. A bowlful of broth, with channa and namkeen floating in it, chopped onions, tangy lime, and a great meal over all. The pavs had no butter, but we hardly noticed. Hunger does that to you. The coffee was delicious, as well. Reminded me kinda of the steel-tumbler combo of good ole Chennai, but not really - very frothy capuccinno-like here, with a very sharp coffee taste. Woke me up.
And sheera. The perfect way to end the meal. A bowlful of warm halwa, with loads of kishmish inside, and it was a yummy, yummy meal.
By the way, there's something new on Gabbles, called One More...
He lay back down on the bed, put an arm under his head, and looked up at the ceiling. He wondered whether he should give Aniruddh a call tomorrow on his cell phone, but thought better of it. Give it more time, if you call him now, he'll think you're desperate, and that was the last thing he wanted. It was important to play these silly little games, he realized, even if you didn't exactly believe in them. He looked at Aniruddh's name and number on his cell phone display and smiled, and jumped up, when the phone actually started blinking and buzzing, playing Beethoven's Symphony Number Six as if its very life depended on it.
Yummy post. Miss the chennai coffee :(
Was the post intended to make us jealous of the lovely brunch??
Coz it did just that :(
meh.. i can't be jealous. i woke up deliciously late (certain late night things to do, you see...), had a scrumptious lunch at a hole in the wall in bandra, shopped, shopped, shopped (also included jockeys, ano frenchies), came home, saw movie.
You want butter on misal pav?
SACRILEGE!! (This is what happens when 2 non-Bombayites go out for Bombay khana!)
ASk me for hole in the wall Marathi joints and I'll point to to the divine stretch from Sena Bhavan to Tilak Bridge and give you like 20 awesome places.
And what are you doing drinking coffee at a Ghati place? It SHOULD be tea (cha-ha)
People from Delhi can (and SHOULD) never really like Bombay street food. Nothing in Bombay can beat the lazy winter afternoons at Dilli Haat. Bargain shopping and great food...where do u have an equivalent for that in Bombay?
And tell me about the N*** and C*** people! I'm not a journo, but yes, i know what you're saying! Have had close encounters of the annoying kind. Grrr!
yum yum yum..
Although misal pav won't count as my favorites, already numerous snacks are springing to mind..
Must have something soon.. hehe
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