Posts Tagged ‘Good Eats’
In this the epicenter of all that is holy in foodie-land, it is not sufficient for a restaurant to call itself Italian if it is to lay claim upon the foodie’s attention. Sicilian? Yes. Piedmontese? Sure. Tuscan? So early 2009. It is hard to believe that there are many folks here who can tell a Tuscan meatball from a Piedmontese meatball. We most certainly cannot. So when we set out for Perbacco, it was just with the expectation of some good food. And boy, they did not disappoint.
We went to Perbacco for a weekday lunch. Lunch? Yes. You see, we were planning to go to Ad Hoc for dinner the same day. Playing hooky from work too. Now feel free to hate us.
Flatbread stuffed with peas (matar paratha) is a wholesome meal. If made correctly, it can provide protein and sufficient fiber while being low on fats and simple carbohydrates. Traditional way of making this flatbread is too heavy on fats and simple carbohydrates. But this variation, like the cauliflower stuffed flatbread, is a new way of cooking and is heart healthy – only 1 Tbsp oil and a full 20 gm of fiber per serving.
Traditional paratha is a flaky shallow fried bread the size of a tortilla – often stuffed with potatoes or ground meat and fried in clarified butter. In our modern times where the man (or woman) gets his (or her) exercise from typing on a keypad or working the remote, paratha is a slow killer – first the expanding midsection, then diabetes, the clogged arteries and finally a failed heart.
Everyone knows a taco truck in California – the truck that come rolling around with sounds of simple jingles and sells fresh Mexican staples with their mouthwatering salsas. Fresh, yummy and cheap is what a good taco truck fare is.
My question is this – what not an Indian version of the same serving chaat and tea?
In the afternoon, when my vampire’s nest (I call my windowless, sunless, fluorescent tube lit, office cubicle that) is at its dullest, I often find myself craving for some samosa and chai. On a winter afternoon, when the incessant rain is doing its worst damage to your mood, a plateful of samosa is the only escape. Sex would be better but samosa is safer. Surely.