The past few weeks have been a train ride of food experiences in the city. Everything from Emirati and Egyptian to Korean and Pakistani have made it to my plate, so here’s a summary line-up of a few of the … Continue reading
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The Silent Spice.
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
Part 1: Sharjah Food Trekking
If someone asks me where they could dig around here for a goldmine of authentic restaurant gems, I’d point in the direction of that dreaded National Paints Roundabout and whisper, Sharjah. I spent the first six years of my life … Continue reading
For that dinner after dinner, there’s Kaati Express.
There is such a mind-boggling variety of food cramped up in the block behind the Park Regis hotel in Karama, that your brains get fried into this chewy schmukaroo of dinner-time confusion. Should you do Ethiopian? Or Sudanese falafel? Or Indonesian? Or … Continue reading
The Sikh Langar in Dubai: Food of the community, by the community, and for the community.
This post is from the heart. My stomach played a minimal, almost insignificant role. Nearly three weeks ago, I found myself at the Gurdwara in Dubai, the house of prayer and community gatherings for the local Sikh community. Our last … Continue reading
Maharashtrian mountain memories at Manisha’s Kitchen
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
A Two Day Butter Binge: Tashreeb, Pav Bhaaji, and Daal Makhani.
I’m not sure how many of you are looking for fun and obnoxiously greasy ways to cheat on a diet program, but if you are, feel free to follow the butter-trail that I innocently skipped down over a tiny span … Continue reading
Hallelujah, I finally wrote the Bhatkali Biryani post.
The reason this is such an achievement is less because the biryani was some sort of meat and rice epiphany—it was not—but more so because I feel like this particular biryani has been baking in my life almost every week, … Continue reading
Did you feast this Onam?
This country has been on an I.V. drip since the 70s. You’ll find the needle pierced deep into the skin of the city’s foundations, into the clerical veins of banks and old time private businesses, into the blood that pumps … Continue reading
Iftar in a different world called ‘Naif.’
6 minutes before sunset. We parked our cars near the Fish and Vegetable market, greeted each other, and started walking. Naif was on the other side of the pedestrian bridge. And Naif was where we had planned to be…10 minutes … Continue reading
Hyderabadi Kichdi, Khatta and Keema in Hor Al Anz.
We were sure this was not a place for a date, not first, not second, not two hundred and thirtieth, I’m about to pop the question honey. We think that few have ever ask for a menu. Either they know … Continue reading
The Koki you can find if you peek into an alley of Meena Bazaar.
My mother once told me of a paratha that my cousin would bring home on Fridays. Early in the morning for breakfast, with the notoriously luscious baigan bhartha, an Indian gravy of eggplants charred and pulped to a cream that … Continue reading