B+F Open Flame Kitchen

Word spread quickly about this new joint in Kuwait – B+F Open Flame Kitchen. Opened in 360⁰ mall OFK comes from the group that operates two of the best food joints (Slider Station and Burger Boutique) – both my favourites.

We managed to get into the waiting list and 90 minutes later got a call. The Indian guy with long hair at the entrance was smartly dressed and for once I thought there are good looking Indians in Kuwait. We were escorted to our table next to the bar counter. I guess Dark, Gold and lots of Metal was the brief given to the interior designers’. The golden dome shaped chimneys – 3 of them were aesthetically placed within the seating area. The chimneys looked like 3 huge furnaces with kitchen counters alive under them. The maze of circular metal rods that run atop between the domes add to the ‘black’ theme.

After sipping the complementary drink we were greeted with ‘Shrimp balls’ (coated in fried thin noodles) rolled at the end of sugarcane sticks and ‘Wild fire Burger’. The balls were juicy and it was fun chewing the sugarcane sticks (memories of childhood at mama’s home in the Island). The slider burger was so-so; I have had better ones at ‘Slider Station’. 

Medium done mutton ribs and ‘Ostrich’ lean meat accompanied with Portobello mushroom sauce, baby tomatoes in penne sauce and sautéed spinach. Will definitely recommend the mutton ribs but would have preferred the ‘Ostrich’ to left in the Australian wildlife. 

We got ourselves drowned in the Brownie chocolate pudding (a must try) before leaving the table for someone else who had already clocked 90 minutes. 

P.S. you may not find all of the dishes listed in the menu available. We lost out on our first 6 choices.

Romancing Jaipur!

Drive from Delhi to Jaipur in the wee hours of a cold foggy December morning was interrupted intermittently by a mammoth caterpillar of trucks trailing for kilometers. I had never seen so many trucks in my life. Nothing noteworthy regarding the drive…though loved the parathas from the highway dhabas.

We had just 3 days to immerse in this kaleidoscope of magnificent historical sights, culture, art forms, exotic food and electric mix of people and elephants. For the past few weeks we have been wanting to be in Jaipur….to feel and experience the magic of its medieval charm.

The walled pink city was crowded with people, cars, rickshaws, two wheelers, jaywalkers and what not. The shops lining the sides of this ocean of traffic looked straight out of a bollywood film set. I knew what I had to do in Jaipur….get to see the not to be missed sights, eat as much I can and romance Jaipur – the way I haven’t romanced any other place; and i did.

‘Jal Mahal’ was like a landscape painted in water colour…the wavery reflection of the palace in the midst of the lake was like a morning dream. 

A 20 minutes drive later ’Amber Fort’ (pronounced as Amer) was in sight – built in the 16th century, its a beautiful complex of palaces, halls, pavilions and temples – immortalised in the epic drama ‘Jodha Akbar’. We walked through the maze of hallways and narrow steps that crisscross the complex and was 10 minutes late to reach the foot hill of the complex for the 50 min ‘light and sound’ show that started at 6pm (instead of 6.30 pm). The open air theatre set against the majestic fort was the ideal setting for a cold winter evening show. The fort, the sole actor brought to life in shades of yellow, red and Prussian blue the vibrant history of rajputs and the fort.

On our way back we dropped in at ‘Chokhi Dhani’ – a wholesome package on Rajasthan culture. Ambience was that of a fair with magic shows, puppet show, antique shops, traditional eateries, play areas, mud houses (will never forget what happened inside) and chalets complete this resort. We went for a drink and had karkori kebabs – it just melted. The night was getting colder and we waited in a queue for the traditional Rajasthan thali. Everything about the thali was spicy except the plate and side plates that were made of leaves. Water was served in mud mugs. We had our pictures taken with the turban.

Started day 2 with a visit of the City palace. Didn’t find it special. Outside amongst the chaos of people and traffic there was an old ambassador car parked in the middle of the road with a ‘gori’ model in designer labels lying seductively on the bonnet and cameras flashing while hundreds reined in by ‘Jaipur bouncers’ walled the ambassador. Surprisingly the crowd behaved – am told in Delhi the same shoot would have been greeted with sleazy comments.

Outside the palace we did a bit of shopping and took a guided tour of the ‘Hawa Mahal’. The ‘guide’ came in as a record player (the size of a pin pad) and headphones for Rs 80. The girl at the counter spoke impeccable english with a refined disposition and looked out of place for a medieval Jaipur. We walked around like Siamese twins as we had to share the player - we didn’t complain. A magnificent 5 storey pyramidal building crowned with latticed balconies and miniature domes and covered with delicately sculpted stone jalis – 953 in all. Built in 1799 for the women of the royal household to watch the royal and religious processions without being seen. The King was the only male who was allowed entry. That explains why the structure did not have an entrance from the main road. 

We had time only for Nahargarh fort. Set on the densely forested hill top offers a stunning view of the city. The plasterwork on the walls were noteworthy as the finish was so smooth that its indistinguishable from marble. I have lasting memories of the time we spend in the palace corridors, hallways, rooms that looked over the city and the long rocky fort pathways running down the hills. We were indeed romancing …may be just like the Rajputs did centuries ago in the silent cold breezy corners….away from the footsteps echoing in the corridors.

We saw sunset from the fort walls and soon the palace wrapped up in thick darkness. There was not a single light in the palace except the choolas that were lit by the labourers at the basement of the palace to cook their dinner. On our way down the hill, at a distance ‘Jal Mahal’ glittered in the still lake waters. We dined at “Peshawari” at the Sheraton and called it a day.

Jaipur will always remain close to my heart. I romanced like never before - in the unkempt palaces, amidst the noisy and chaotic pink city and while gorging the spicilicious food that Jaipur offered.

Shakespeare Cafe - Jumeirah, Dubai

It was an unassuming evening drive that turned out to be a memorable lazing over coffee. We were out for a late night drive on Jumeirah road and were looking for a café. I remembered Jaishree taking me to ‘Shakespeare Café’ a few weeks back. It was just around the corner. In a few minutes we reached the café. The café is spread over what seems to look like a living room, verandah and an adjoining room – all of which is part of a two storey commercial building that houses among other shops an antique shop, cafes and a pizzeria.  

The exterior room built with wooden walls and huge glass windows with flower pots hung on them overlooking the parking space is the most welcoming.  Shakespeare’s café is one of its kinds in terms of interiors.  There are no tables and chairs – only sofa’s and sofa tables that are gaudy and seems like straight out of a high school Shakespeare play. But then that’s what makes it special and magical amidst the multi flavoured sheesha smoke that bubbles from the tobacco molasses.

Each sofa is distinct from the other and layered with satin cushions – even though it makes a great Shakespearean backdrop but does not work so much for your back. We thought the style quotient didn’t match up to its comfort counterpart. 

The menu is largely Mediterranean and owing to a low appetite we shared a chicken and grilled vegetable sandwich. The latte and cappuccino kept us going while we bubbled the ‘mixed berry’ sheesha for over an hour. It was a cold night and we had a memorable rendezvous.

The crowd was a handful of young Emiratis  -   girls and boys rattling merrily into the wee hours and two loners reading books with sheesha  joining them for company. The staff was extra courteous and attentive. The place exudes a lot of style. We promised ourselves another visit….looking forward to it.

Kamala Das - One last love!

Kamala Das’s embrace of Islam was widely covered in the media. Most of them (media and the literary circle) knew the reasons for her conversion even though she did feign an attempt to explain that she felt protection in a ‘purdha’, liked the discipline of the religion and wanted a Master to guide her!.

For someone who had romanticised her love for Lord Krishna through numerous writings and a literary icon who embodifies Hindu cultural symbols, her sudden metamorphosis to a burqa clad ‘Suraiya’ was like the Pope swapping his costume with Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.

The truth was that she once again found love in her late years in a politician who was 20 years younger to her. She believed in total surrender in love (as true to her writings) and declared to the whole world her plans to convert. The politician who was madly in love with her chickened out in the last minute. He was worried about his career; may be his worry had more to do with the public perception of him making love to a 60 plus year old literary icon.

He withdrew and she never revealed his identity. She wrote about their love …at times describing it as a love that was secretly unveiled in moonlight. A few poems later she left the world.