The uttappam was feeling threatened by globalization — who am I? why does the pizza look like me? what should I do? C Y Gopinath counsels It was a humid day, the sort that dampens all urges towards food.I was sitting in my clinic, toying desultorily with some listless...
In a clear case of judicio-culinary activism, C Y Gopinath is put on trial for declaring Rama Nayak’s wafers to be the best in the universe as we know it. Yes, M’lud, I am reasonably certain that it was not an Indoor Locker. Or Indoor Laukar, as they tell me its...
“Tamé soo joyé ché?” screamed Parvez Irani in a voice that might make yeast rise. His target was an over-excited, bald Gujarati customer, half-risen in his seat, and debating whether or not to hit Ramuda the waiter. Who had apparently got the order wrong. “I asked...
EVEN AS I REACHED for the cheese I knew it was a mistake. Grover and Son had kept their hands off it, must be some good oenological reason for it. Kapil Grover had helped himself to a butter biscuit, though; perhaps that was allowed with white wine. Clairette, it said...
