Afternoon snack of sticky sweet Gulab Jamun & Jalebi – 25 Rupees; Tandoori Chicken, Biryani and Rotis with my friend Amit – 200 Rupees; My own Tandoor oven to take back home – 1800 Rupees; Traffic jam created by girl-on-girl cow action in the middle of the street – Priceless.
My friend Amit and I decided to take a gastronomic tour of Shivajinagar on Saturday. Shivajinagar is a crowded section of Bangalore full of shops, stalls and street vendors of every kind. It is mostly a Muslim area and is vaguely reminiscent of the souqs we’ve been to in places such as Morocco. The streets are wider, but the crush of people is the same – especially on the Karnataka Day holiday on Saturday.
Amit, an admitted foody and me, an Anthony Bourdain wanna-be who will try anything (only once) decided it was time to explore the recesses of Shivajinagar in search of some culinary “diamonds in the rough.” After some parking issues (we should have taken a Rickshaw in retrospect) we found ourselves at the Grand Taj Hotel. For those of you who are fimiliar with Indian hotels I am not referring to those “Taj” hotels. This is a restaurant tucked away in a side street in Shivajinagar serving some excellent Tandoor and Biryani dishes. The two of us stuffed ourselves for the equivalent of $4 dollars! Every Indian meal must end with something sweet, so we were off in search of a well known sweets shop on Commercial street called Bhagatram. While this one is not really off the beaten path, I have walked by it countless of times in the past and never even noticed it. At Bhagatram we had their Gulab Jamun (condensed milk ball saturated in sugar syrup) & Jalebi (deep fried spiral soaked in sugar syrup immediately after frying). Both were amazing of course although I felt like was going to develop diabetes just standing in the shop.
We were on our way to find a supposedly famous secluded Samosa shop when I told Amit about my desire to have my own Tandoor to take back to San Francisco with us. He consulted with Rajan his Personal Assistant (it’s an India thing, not an executive perk) and he said of course he knew where to find them and his cousin knows one of the shop owners! When you are buying these kinds of things in India, it is always good to be with a local. If they see a car, it raises the price 50%, my face, a multiple of the price! After knocking off 500 rupees, we got the Tandoor for the “friend” price of INR1800 – he even let me carve “Charles Tandoor” on the fresh clay. Check out the picture!
Our gastronomic tour had been cut short, but I now have my own Tandoor! I am looking forward to many Tandoor BBQ parties in the last remaining months in India and back in San Francisco.