Monthly Archives: March 2013

Column: Don’t Go By A Surname

(Please note: This is my weekly column that was published in The Goan on Saturday)

Earlier this week, a couple of my Goan friends ganged up against all the Mangloreans we know and picked on a friendly fight. Yes, it was friendly. No one was hurt. We were actually just picking on their traits and taking their case. Despite Mumbai being home to a lot of communities, we still judge people based on where they come from. And what gives us the cue is their surname. But sometimes, even the surname is misleading.

Let’s begin with my surname – D’Costa. Let me confess, I thought only Goans had this awesome surname. Any last name that started with the letter D followed by an apostrophe were of Goan origin. Then came the day when I was introduced to a girl who belonged to my tribe. And guess what, she turned out to be a Mangii. D’Costa? Mangii? I couldn’t picture her to be fun-loving Goan anymore. But this doesn’t end here. A bunch of D’Souzas, D’Silvas and D’Sas are all Mangiis.

The myth about Mangiis is that they are stingy. I know a few who are, but I know a lot of Mangaloreans who open their wallet even before I can reach to mine. Goans are expected to be fun-loving and susegad. I agree, we are fun-loving, but Goans in Mumbai are fast paced. After a couple of years, this city starts growing on you, and till then you would have shed the susegad part of you.

It’s weird how we start judging everyone based on their surname. If you’re a Dutta, you must be a Bong. But wait, my Dutta friend is from Madhya Pradesh. Luckily, my Pote friend is a Maharashtrian as the last name suggests. A Khudanpur is a South Indian and a Thomas is from Kerala.

Again, when I joined Sophia College, there was a Cabral in my class. The moment I read her name on the list, I was excited because I assumed she is a Goan. I assumed this because I had a Cabral professor in my junior college in Goa. Well, she turned out to be an East-Indian.

I recently met a guy and his last name is John. I know a lot of Johns who are East-Indians. So to satisfy my curiosity, I asked him if he too was one. I’m a Mallu, he said. But aren’t all Johns East-Indians? Of course, not! This is the lesson I learnt.

However, I’m yet to come across a Fernandes who is not a Goan. That will be quite difficult, I guess.

About the Goan-Mangii arguments, we have them quite often. We have them because we enjoy rubbing in their ancestral traits. We also pick up on their Konkani accent and how funny it sounds. But doesn’t Konkani have many dialects? This is just one of them.

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Jerry Pinto: We need to tell our own stories in our own manner

I recently interviewed Jerry Pinto for a feature for The Goan. Sadly, due to my word limit, I couldn’t incorporate everything from the interview, but it’s a very good one. So I decided to post it on my blog. Here you go! And a big thank you to Jerry Pinto for sparing me his time.

In case you haven’t read Em and the Big Hoom yet, please do. It’s a touching story and beautifully written. I found it very difficult to put the book down. I even went to the extent of not reading the newspaper because I was addicted to the book. More than Em, I was in love with the character of the Big Hoom. I wonder if such guys even exist in today’s day and age.

Jerry standing by Vinit Bhatt

Congratulations on winning The Hindu Lit for Life Prize for Em and the Big Hoom (Aleph Books, 2012). How does it feel to bag this prestigious award?

Thank you. It feels great. It feels like a vote of support. It feels like someone is saying, “You should go on doing that stuff.”

 Did you always want to be a writer? What/ who was the inspiration?

When I was growing up, writing was not seen as a career choice for boys who were academically gifted. Boys who did well were asked, “So what do you want to do, medicine or engineering?” And given this binary, you end up saying, “medicine” because no one has suggested that there might be several hundred options out there. This meant that I was on autopilot growing up, not thinking clearly about who I was and what I wanted to do and how I wanted to live my life.

So now that I am a writer, now that I have some assurance that what I write will be published, now that I have some feeling that there may be people who want to read what I write, I can only say that I feel blessed. I am privileged. I owe my writing career to two wonderful women: Rashmi Palkhivala, my first agent and Hutokshi Doctor, my first editor. Rashmi would often urge me to start writing for the newspapers; I said that I could not because I did not know whether my ego would be able to take rejection. (I was 21 years old at the time.) She said that she would protect me from it. I said I did not have the time to type my writing out; I was teaching mathematics for a living then. She said that she would. Finally she said that she would not mention writing again if I did not start. So I did start and the words came in a flood. I wrote a funny piece every day, I wrote two a day. I wrote them standing at bus-stops and in the night. I wrote and wrote and she typed and typed and took them to the editors. When the eveninger, The Mid-day accepted 12 out of 14 pieces, my response was, “Which were the two they did not like?” Buddha was right, there is no end to desire. So that was how I began.

But here I must also add that I did not think, when I was a journalist, that I would ever be able to write a book. And then I had the great good luck to get Ravi Singh as an editor and publisher. Someone has to give you courage, someone has to stand behind you and root for you, someone has to say, ‘I think you can do this if you try’. Unfortunately, our world seems to consist of people who say, ‘Do you really think you should be trying to do that?’ and other such comments. 

You’ve written poetry, and you’ve also written about Bollywood personalities (non-fiction), and then a novel. What did you enjoy more and why? Which medium was most challenging?

Is there anyone who has a single life? I can’t think of a single one of my friends who defines himself in a single unitary way all the time. In fact, I believe if you look at the life of the average working woman, you will see her shapeshift her way through the day: from lover to mother to banker to daughter and back and around, back and around all through the day. The definitions are generally conveniences; the world wants to see me as a journalist; I want to see myself as a writer today. Tomorrow, I may change my self-definition. The world will be slower to follow but that is the fate of anyone who wants to say, like Walt Whitman, “I contain multitudes”.

So I believe that there is something of one of the multitudinous me-s in everything I write. Every writerly journey begins when you throw open a window and look into yourself. Which window is your decision as a writer. What you see from that window, likewise. What you choose from the welter of you, you-ishness, you-ment, you-ry, ditto. The glorious thing about fiction is that you can mix memory and desire and the only thing you have to worry about is whether it works or not.

What are you doing when you’re not penning down words?

I read. I watch movies. I teach journalism at Sophia Institute of Social Communications Media, which is probably the most grueling post-graduate course in the country at the Sophia Polytechnic. I help with the Jehangir Sabavala Foundation. I help with MelJol.

Could you shed some more light on the role you play at MelJol? And what drew you to this cause?

When I was a full-time journalist, I read a piece about a child helpline that had been set up in Mumbai. I was happy to hear about it and got the number and wrote out a small cheque. The entire team turned up to say thank you. And I met Jeroo Billimoria, a powerhouse of a woman, a serial social entrepreneur, who has since set up six national and international NGOs. She coopted me quickly into volunteering for Childline. No, I did not man the lines, nor did I go out and pick children off the street and take them to hospital. I volunteered by writing their manuals and editing their material. I did this for several years until the Ministry of Social Empowerment made Childline into a national project. I told Jeroo that I thought Childline could do without me but she asked me whether I would help with MelJol, an NGO that worked in the sphere of child rights. I was fascinated and intrigued by the notion of the rights of the child and now I am Executive Secretary to the Board of Directors, which is a rather magnificent title. It only means that I get to watch as we try to shake up the classrooms of India, try to build social responsibility, financial literacy and entrepreneurship into the curriculum. I get to visit rural schools and talk to children there. I get to talk to some of the finest minds in business and banking and the social development sector. It’s not charity; I don’t do charity. I do what I think I can to help create a world in which I would like to live.

Is there any other Bollywood icon you would like to write about?


How much time do you devote towards writing and reading every day?

I write about a thousand words a day, in various forms. Once I’m done, I’m done. But the thousand words are my duty to myself. They are important. They are the most important part of my day.

Tell us about Jerry, the Goan. How do you connect with Goa?

I connect with Goa as the insider-outsider. This is because Goa is inside me. It is part of my identity. I accept it and sometimes celebrate it. Goa is outside me. My father moved to Bombay as a boy and worked in the city as an adult. Bombay became my home but my claim on the city is only an accident of birth. So the connection with Goa is somewhere subterranean, somewhere at the level of gene and mutation. I don’t know how to describe it except as I wrote in the introduction to the anthology of writings on Goa I put together, Reflected in Water (Penguin, 2006): I know that each time I visit, Goa surprises me a little. I know that each time I leave, I feel I have left a little of me behind. And I know that when I reach home, back to the slick allure of the city of my birth, it is a part I can manage to live without. 

What’s coming next from your desk?

The next book is a translation of Sachin Kundalkar’s Cobalt Blue, a novel in Marathi. 

What do you think about Indian writing in English today?

I believe we need to tell our own stories in our own manner. I believed this when I was writing the novel, I believe it now after the award. I believe that each author can only strive to represent his fraction of the total experience of being human. I believed this when I started out my writing career and I think I will believe it many years from now.

Photo courtesy: Vinit Bhatt

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Fast Mumbai, Susegad Goa

(Please note: This is my fortnightly column that was published in The Goan on Saturday)

Churchgate station

I come across this situation at least once a week. I miss my morning bus, which leads to missing the Andheri local, and then I turn up late in office. However, I think it’s my alarm’s fault. Why does it even have the snooze option?

In a city like Mumbai, out of the 24 hours we’re benevolently given, I spend a little more than four hours only commuting from Andheri to Lower Parel every day except on the weekends. These are those four hours of my day that are wasted negotiating cranky traffic. With such a schedule, one is barely left with any time for recreation. But I devote this time to either reading or listening to the radio or sometimes, both.

When we say that this city is fast paced, believe me, it is very fast paced. For instance, a train halts at every station for a maximum of 30 seconds. And if you’ve ever witnessed what it’s like to travel during peak hours, you will understand how daunting these 30 seconds are. Many a times, I’ve watched trains leave a platform because I couldn’t place my foot in a crowded train. That’s precisely why I prefer an Andheri-bound train.

Imagine this same scenario in Goa. If you wave out, the bus conductor is more than willing to wait for another 30 seconds for you. Here, you either enter or wait for the next BEST bus. With jamming traffic, even an auto rickshaw makes very little difference.

Some months ago, I encountered this young girl who had come to Mumbai in search of a job. She came from our very own susegad Goa. Believe this; she left the city within the next three months. Why? She couldn’t catch up with the pace. The noise was getting to her, she said. She missed the lengthy lunch breaks at her office in Goa. Here, she’d have to leave her place at 7:30 am in order to reach office by 9:30 am. But when she was in Goa, she left home 15 minutes prior to her work timing.

Another friend who had visited the metro was complaining about the same routine. He happened to board a crowded train and couldn’t get off at his station, which led to him missing his job interview. If only he knew how the city works, this wouldn’t have happened. A minimum of an hour needs to be calculated for any journey in Mumbai. Or else the consequences can get ugly.

For me, if I miss that morning bus, even an auto doesn’t deliver me to the station on time to catch the Andheri local. If I miss the train, I arrive late at office. And when I’m not on time; half a day’s salary doesn’t make it to my bank account.


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Burgs Review: From Mac N Cheese Bomb to Prawn Cracker

(Please note: This review was first published on Indian Food Freak)


Before I begin, let me narrate what was going on in my mind when I was on my way to Burgs. And if you’re not familiar with the television series ‘How I Met Your Mother’, you may not understand the next two sentences, but this episode’s in SS4. For the lot who’ve watched HIMYM, I’m sure you’ve guessed what’s going to be my next sentence. It’s the episode where Marshall was in search of the best burger in New York. So on my way I was wondering if the burgers at Burgs would entice a similar reaction in me or would disappointment cloud my face.

The burger joint launched its newest outlet in Andheri (West) off Veera Desai road. The place looked charming with the bright and colourful décor. What caught my attention first were the huge non-edible burgers on the ceiling.

So the evening commenced by placing an order for a Vanilla & Lavender with Marshmallows ice-cream shake and a Strawberry Slush. Right from the menu to the food, everything is served in the takeaway mode – packed. Rewinding to the drinks, the ice-cream shake was milky and had a strong taste of vanilla. Pieces of marshmallow made an appearance here and there. On the other hand, the sweet tasting slush was very refreshing. It will not just quench your thirst, but you will want more even before you’re done with the first one.

Until the salad and the burgers came, we thought of nibbling on either French Fries or Onion Rings. For a strange reason we chose the Crispy Onion Rings. They were indeed, crispy. But instead of the slush, I was now craving for a glass of beer. Onion rings and beer make an amazing couple. Don’t you agree?

The Arabic Salad (non-veg) tasted a lot likepaani-puribecause of the tamarind. There were pieces of chicken sleeping on a bed of lettuce, tomato slices and some Chinese cabbage. I would have liked if the smaller pieces of chicken were allowed to sink till the bottom. After a point, I was only eating the greens.

Would you be hesitant to opt for a veg burger if you’re obsessed by non-veg good? I was, but the Mac N Cheese Bomb was a good try. If you love pasta, this one is for you! It’s a patty of macaroni and cheese topped with creamy cheese sauce. In short, it’s a cheese feast, and a good choice, of course!

My next order was based on the suggestion given by my friends who had been to the Bandra outlet. Notorious P.I.G. made it to my table all wrapped in butter paper. The burger is such that it will make you salivate. I had high expectations from this one. But it was sweet and not spicy. I think it was the BBQ sauce that was tweaking the taste. However, the juicy meat was cooked very well and I liked that it was shredded.

Now it was time for a seafood burger – Prawn Cracker. It’s a delicious prawn patty that’s fried crackling crisp. The jalapeño mayo gave the burger a hot and spicy taste. I loved every bite of this burger.

This burger fiesta had to come to an end. Quick points about Burgs: Service is prompt, but depends on the number of visitors. The bread is freshly baked. You can choose from white bread and whole wheat bread. Every burger brings along extra ketchup, but if you’d like any other sauces (Tangy sauce, BBQ sauce, Cheese sauce or Chipotle sauce), you will have to shell out some more money.

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Column: Konkani on a Mumbai Local

(Please note: This is my fortnightly column that was published in The Goan on Saturday)


I recently took up a new job at an MNC in Mumbai. And guess what? I’m known as “the Goan girl”. I like the title though (winks). Once I began interacting with teammates from my department and others too, it struck me that this company fosters some creative Goan minds. What a pleasant surprise!

So the first Goan I met has Fernandes as her last name. And that’s precisely what tickled me to ask her if she belonged to the same community as mine. Her reply delighted me and we spent the next 15 minutes discussing our connection with Goa. The only difference between us is that I was born and raised in Goa, while she spent all her life in the island city. I went on to ask her if we were the only two Goans here. Well, I definitely got that wrong. There’s a minimum of one pao in every team.

After a couple of days, a friend called to convey that she was offered a job by the same company I recently joined. Wow! That was my impromptu reaction. One more pao, and still counting!  Once she was aboard, we joined each other for the morning’s first cup of coffee followed by lunch (where she shares the delicious food cooked by her mum) and we also leave the office porch together.

But then came this one evening when this friend had to attend a meeting outside office. I called it a day and was on my way to the door, just when I heard someone utter something in Konkani. Resting my hand on the door, I turned to let curiosity win.  She smiled and repeated those words – “Tughe zalem. Borem aha, borobor ya ami (Oh you’re done. Lovely, let’s leave together).” I didn’t know which team this new girl belonged to, but she did recognize me as “the new Goan girl”.  I was a little hesitant to talk to her in Konkani, but after my comfort level rose, our mother-tongue steered the conversation.

Our entire journey that commenced from the exit door of my office tower ended when I got off the train. During this time, we talked about our schools in Goa and how we would have come across each other at various inter-school competitions. This girl had shifted to Mumbai with her parents at the age of 12, but surprisingly, her Konkani is smoother than mine. She still attends tiatrs, and converses with her parents in Konkani. Goa, she said, reminded her of her grandmother. She talked and talked like she’d found her lost sister and had so much to convey. It was terrible to interrupt her, but I left with the promise of seeing her next morning.

Falleam mellchem!


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Nom Nom Review: Delicious South East Asian Food


I’ve seen the restaurant Banana Leaf, followed by a salon, then Di Bella and M.O.D. at the end off the Juhu-Versova link road. Never did I notice Nom Nom when it’s just 10 minutes away from my place. And the restaurant has been standing next to Banana Leaf for quite some time, apparently. Thankfully, I’d heard about it before visiting that place one Saturday evening.

As I stepped into Nom Nom, the ambiance reminded me a lot of Trikaya, another restaurant that serves the same cuisine in Andheri (west). The restaurant is dimly lit, wooden décor, indoor as well as outdoor seating, but just that the bar is not as extensive as Trikaya. When we entered the place, my companion and I were the only two persons at Nom Nom.

It was creepy the way all the waiters were staring at us, but while leaving, the place was packed. Every single table was taken. Sadly, the one we chose was wobbly. Anyway, let’s get started with the drinks and food. And to begin, we were given the menu. Honestly, this menu is unique, but not in a good way. According to my friend, it looked like the tablets that were given to Moses by God with the Ten Commandments. It looked fancy, but started annoying when I had to place repeated orders. The menu is stuck between two planks of wood. Suggestion: Limit wood to décor.

Okay, time for drinks. We called for a virgin mocktail Italian Creame Circle that was a blend of peach crush, orange juice, and grenadine and crushed ice. The sweet taste of grenadine was strong and as the ice started to dissolve, the drink got better. I opted for the Nom Nom Poison – Even though I couldn’t figure out which fresh fruit juice it contained, the mix of white wine and vodka was strong. The main reason I chose this drink was because of the coffee powder. Nom Nom Poison comes with a strong smell of coffee which later mixes beautifully with the alcohol.

Appetizers comprised Scallop Nigri where scallop was tapped on rice and served with pink ginger and wasabi. Next comes what I loved the most – Bird Chilly Prawns. It was spicy and simply yummy! Red chillies made appearances here and there, but this was the most delicious item I tasted at Nom Nom.

The next amazing number was the Spicy Pork with Hot Basil Leaves. This usually comes as gravy, but we opted for it as a side dish. I didn’t expect it to be minced pork, but man, this was so flavourful. I was enjoying every bit of meat and the hint of garlic.

This was the second time that I had tried the Burmese Khao Suey, and it didn’t let me down. I think it was Basa fish in the curry. However, I was swapping a spoon for a fork and vice versa.

Once we were done with the mains, we took Moses’ tablet to select the last course of the evening. But hang on! None of the options on the menu were available. Instead they offered us a better deal – Baked Cheesecake and Tiramisu. However, the baked Cheesecake looked more like ‘baked and frozen cheesecake’. It should have at least been brought to room temperature. On the other hand the Tiramisu was soft and soggy. I liked it.

Overall, service is prompt and the jazz music suits the mood lighting.

Meal for Two: Rs 3000

Address: Shop No. 3, Ground Floor, Shubham Co – Operative Housing Society, Juhu-Versova Link Road, Andheri (W), Mumbai, 400053 | 022-26244280/ 26244371



Italian Creame Circle


(Please note: This review was first published on Indian Food Freak)

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The Little Door, Sunday Brunch Review: Crab Sticks Are the Highlight


You can either knock at the door or just push it open and continue your Saturday night party at a pretty little neighbourhood place next morning. You may take a seat either in the living room or balcony. Now, take a plate and start serving yourself. Oh before that, place an order for a summer drink.

In my defence, I wasn’t hung over, but there’s nothing like an unlimited Sunday brunch. The Little Door, which launched almost a year ago, has become quite famous among a lot ofMumbaikars. The Mediterranean restaurant rose to fame mostly because of its drinking games, film screenings and of course, the food and drinks!

While an order was placed for two Sangrias – Troise’ and Grapple – we headed to the buffet that was a spread of salads and appetizers that were contributed by farmers, hunters and fishermen. Now the thing is that the brunch menu changes every Sunday, so you better hope that the Burgerette (mini version of the XL burger) and the Crab Sticks are there. I bet you will go for a second and a third serving as far as the Crab Sticks are concerned. Those tiny cube-shaped crabmeat were flavourful.

We decided to skip breakfast, and jump to nibble onBombil Fritto (Bombay Duck fried in the Italian style) and Shrimp stuffed with jalapenos and wrapped with bacon and cheese. I know, it sounds yummy. Believe me, it tastes nothing less. While the Bombil was hidden under a crisp coating of breadcrumbs, the bacon around the shrimp was hot and smoky and our wine based drinks well balanced with the flavour of fruits.

Initially, placing an order was not a problem, but once hungry people across age groups stared crowding the restaurant, getting the attention of a waiter was difficult. Also, with the rise in number, each course took longer to reach our table. At such times, you can either enjoy the techno beats in the background or play games like Uno, Chess, Scrabble, Dictionary, Taboo, or just pull out a magazine or a newspaper. I really like this concept.

We had our neighbours staring at our table when the main course – Beef Steak and Torte De Congrejo– arrived. My sister was just not ready to share the steak with me. But when I took a bite, I wish I’d order for the same tender piece of meat. But well, mine was nothing less. My fork was diving into a shell full of crabmeat that was baked with a thin layer of cheese. Oops! Sorry, didn’t mean to salivate.

While I was still enjoying my main course, I had one eye on the dessert counter. And the Red Velvet cakein particular. If you love this cake, please keep a portion aside as soon as you enter. When I reached the counter, I was not even spared crumbs of the Red Velvet cake. But hang on – Chocolate Indulgence, Pineapple Tart and Blueberry Cheesecake compensated for what I missed. The dessert was a delight, and like I call it, a perfect ending. Now go home and get some rest!

Brunch with fresh juices – Rs 793 + taxes (Additional Rs 600 for spirits)

AddressThe Little Door  Ground Floor, Shree Siddhivanayak Plaza, Off New Link Road, Andheri West, Mumbai – 400052
For Brunch Reservations call: Rohit – +91-9892649040

Torte De Congrejo





(Please note: This review was first published on Indian Food Freak)

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Lunch at BlueFROG, Mumbai: Don’t Miss the Blueberry Cheesecake

(Please note: This review was first published on Indian Food Freak)

Chicken Wings

If your workplace is around Lower Parel in Mumbai, make note of this – blueFROG is now open for lunch! I repeat, (I know you want me to!) blueFROG is now open for lunch. The café looks quite different during the day than that at night. There’s enough sunlight passing through the see-through ceiling and the decibels are mellowed down to lounge music. In fact, the lunch menu has borrowed the best delicacies from the dining menu and each item is priced much lower. Also, drinks are served at happy hour prices. If you’ve just returned from a land that was struck by famine, please choose the buffet. Okay, not really! The buffet is for those executives who are in a hurry. It serves a range of tapas and salads. We favoured the a la cart menu. This was just a highlight.

A spontaneous plan took a friend and me to blueFROG café for lunch. After settling in one of the cubicles, our eyes scanned the drinks menu and an order was placed for two cocktails – Melony Temple(peach vodka + green melon liqueur + lemonade) andGreen Apple Mojito (classic mojito twisted with Captain Morgan + crisp granny smith). On an afternoon when the sun is getting hotter, these drinks are very refreshing with balanced alcohol level so you won’t turn up drunk back to office.

While we sipped on these drinks, Chicken Wingswith blue cheese dip and sandwiches – Curried Cottage Cheese and Salmon Sandwich arrived at our table one-by-one. The wings were sweet and juicy and the slightly burnt edges were simply amazing. However, the Sandwiches weren’t exciting. Curried Cottage Cheese was a bit dry, but as promised, Curried. The multigrain brown bread for the Salmon Sandwich was very dry and didn’t have a fresh taste. However, the Salmon made up for it with its strong flavour. Both the sandwiches were decorated with French fries and salad.

Seems like the word spread quite fast. Within no time, the café had most of its tables occupied by hungry visitors. Vegetarians have an equal variety to choose from the a la carte menu. Service was thorough and splendid.

We were through with our starters and first set of drinks. Next to arrive at our table were Citrus Mistress and Frozen Agave. These cocktails did justice to our server’s explanation. Thumbs up! Citrus Mistress has a vodka base, and is mixed with pomegranate, passion fruit and mint. The first sip was very minty. Frozen Agave, on the other hand, is a Tequila (Don Julio Blanco) base drink, and is soothing. It’s a blend of fresh ginger, mint, peach and apricot, and is served frozen.

Our main course comprised just one item – Linguine “Jaleo Peneo”. Linguine is a little wider than spaghetti and was tossed with broccoli, pieces of chicken, fresh coriander while Parmesan cheese melted in the bowl. We were just about done with the pasta, and we had the desserts winking at us. But what got all my attention was the Blueberry Cheese Cake.

This delicious cheesecake was the best ending to the meal. It seduced me into wiping the tray clean. It was cheesy and was topped with blueberry syrup as well as blueberries, (of course!). As mentioned earlier, a perfect and gorgeous ending!

Meal for Two: Rs 1200 (Buffet) / 2000 (Ala Carte) {not including drinks}

Linguine Jaleo Peneo



Address: blueFrog, Mathuradas Mills Compound, Senapati Bapat Marg, Lower Parel, Mumbai 400 013| Phone: 022 61586158

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