Sindhi food, but also the sour, sweet, spicy, savoury alchemy of chaat. Made memorable by its finely-embellished Gothic architecture, 42 panels of delicate stained glass, and a grand altar, it was opened to the public in 1858. To your left, the palimpsestic Gothic Maharashtra State Police Headquarters, whose history unravels to reveal a stint as the Royal Alfred Sailors Home, which was pitched on Mendham’s Point, the oldest English cemetery in Mumbai. Wedge your way through the tourists to reach the Prince of Wales museum, now CSMVS, the glorious Indo-Saracenic building prefaced by a crescent of lawns. A full stomach is a beautiful thing.At the close of Merewether Road is the sea-facing, rooftop Cafe Marina, best approached as a bar, offering snacks designed to abet drinking. Born in 1952, KP serves an underrepresented sliver of Indian cooking i. Then pootle over to what may possibly be my favourite street in Mumbai, Wodehouse Road (now Nathalal Parikh Marg).com. Or you could choose to go further afield with Sea Lounge’s extended high tea, which includes a bacchanal of Indian, Western, and South East Asian dishes. Outside, a clot of belching cars, dust-dried streets and crowds.
Or perhaps a marriage of the two, a swiftly-fried egg cooked on a bed of kheema.But at the end, there is always Bademiya.Just before the sun scalds the skies at noon, walk down Colaba Causeway to Kailash Parbat. Although it contains many small hotels and guest houses, the area still retains a welcome calm from the chaos on the main roads,” Sharada Dwivedi and Rahul Mehrotra write glowingly, in Fort Walks.e.. Its soaring success usually means waiting in lines that spiral into the street, but your patience is rewarded with plates of satisfying kebabs — tongues of chicken and mutton, smothered by spice, skewered on a naked flame, and served with coils of onion and lemon.Across the road is Regal Cinema, an art deco masterpiece designed by Charles Stevens, and diagonally across is Sahakari Bhandar, once the Majestic Hotel designed by the same firm that worked on the Taj Mahal hotel. Inside, a tesserae of antiquities, salvaged from across the country – think Mughal miniatures, Rajput art, and Maratha relics.—By arrangement with citystory.At Olympia, reputed to be one of the first restaurants to open in Colaba, the chef’s Midas touch stretches to all things meaty, and evokes opulent north Indian cooking — biryani, kebab, khichda, paya.Now we yo-yo back to the NGMA, not just a shrine to art, both Indian and international, but also a space for freedom rallies, concerts and exhibitions.e. Today, it threads body and soul together in the long interval between breakfast and lunch. For your money, you get a blithe gentleman plunking away sprightly, old-fashioned airs on a piano, an unparalleled view of the Gateway of India, five-star service, and a pageant of teatime treats i. Afterwards, the charming museum shop. demure cucumber sandwiches, scones crowned with jam and clotted cream along with a retinue of pastry. Gazing at the sea limned with the haze of twilight, with a companion beer, is how I choose to still my heart after long, noxious days. Then onto Merewether Road (now Boman Cowasji Boman Behram Marg), where the sea is flanked by handsome 19th Century arcaded buildings, for “a glimpse of the well-planned Port Trust residential housing development. Then, a bronzed “egg omlet” ringed by a lacy fringe.In spite of wincing prices, I would encourage you towards tea at Taj Mahal hotel’s Sea Lounge, a Mumbai icon in itself and a hop, skip and jump from Woodside Inn. I am especially besotted by its pani puri with its low hum of heat, an igniting, bracing snack that has often stitched together days that have threatened to fall apart. (A nugget: Joseph Conrad once stayed here in the 1880s).
After breakfast, walk backwards to Wellington Fountain, named for the Duke of Wellington’s victories in battle — Colaba unspools from here.After lunch, stagger out of the crushing heat and into the Afghan Church, a Gothic Revival dirge to all those martyred in the Anglo-Afghan war of 1838. First, a heap of minced mutton, spiced and simmered to an almost-gravy, served with bread to soak up the gravy.Downstairs, veer off towards Good Earth, spangled with expensive curiosities. It is how we begin (and end) our Colaba stroll – with a full belly. Colaba is speckled with art galleries and spaces, most of which are worth at least a gander — think Project 88, Galerie Mirchandani + Steinruecke, TARQ.After breakfast, walk backwards to Wellington Fountain, named for the Duke of Wellington’s victories in battle — Colaba unspools from here. Start at Buckley Court and end at Woodside Inn, walking past the Cathedral of the Holy Name, the Archbishop’s House, Fort Convent School, Tanna House, and my favourite building in Mumbai, the crumbling, faded Schoen House: once a grand mansion built by a Parsi gentleman, it is today a ghostly echo of a vanished world..Besides Colaba Causeway with its antiques, clothes and jewellery, it is also home to restaurants and beautiful heritage architecture.For lunch, I usually choose China underfloor heating Suppliers to dock at one of four restaurants — unostentatious Paradise, run by a chatty Parsi couple from Gamadia Colony, is an homage to humble yet full-flavoured Parsi cooking; Baba Ling’s Ling’s Pavilion for its bacon pot rice, crisp bean sprouts with a staccato of prawns, and buoyant, tender, pork soup dumplings alchemised with freckles of ginger and soy sauce; Kainaz Messman’s Theobroma, which serves plush chip butties and bacon butties, the soft bread generously lacquered with butter; and Martin’s, which answers the siren call for exemplary beef chilly fry and Goa sausages
Or perhaps a marriage of the two, a swiftly-fried egg cooked on a bed of kheema.But at the end, there is always Bademiya.Just before the sun scalds the skies at noon, walk down Colaba Causeway to Kailash Parbat. Although it contains many small hotels and guest houses, the area still retains a welcome calm from the chaos on the main roads,” Sharada Dwivedi and Rahul Mehrotra write glowingly, in Fort Walks.e.. Its soaring success usually means waiting in lines that spiral into the street, but your patience is rewarded with plates of satisfying kebabs — tongues of chicken and mutton, smothered by spice, skewered on a naked flame, and served with coils of onion and lemon.Across the road is Regal Cinema, an art deco masterpiece designed by Charles Stevens, and diagonally across is Sahakari Bhandar, once the Majestic Hotel designed by the same firm that worked on the Taj Mahal hotel. Inside, a tesserae of antiquities, salvaged from across the country – think Mughal miniatures, Rajput art, and Maratha relics.—By arrangement with citystory.At Olympia, reputed to be one of the first restaurants to open in Colaba, the chef’s Midas touch stretches to all things meaty, and evokes opulent north Indian cooking — biryani, kebab, khichda, paya.Now we yo-yo back to the NGMA, not just a shrine to art, both Indian and international, but also a space for freedom rallies, concerts and exhibitions.e. Today, it threads body and soul together in the long interval between breakfast and lunch. For your money, you get a blithe gentleman plunking away sprightly, old-fashioned airs on a piano, an unparalleled view of the Gateway of India, five-star service, and a pageant of teatime treats i. Afterwards, the charming museum shop. demure cucumber sandwiches, scones crowned with jam and clotted cream along with a retinue of pastry. Gazing at the sea limned with the haze of twilight, with a companion beer, is how I choose to still my heart after long, noxious days. Then onto Merewether Road (now Boman Cowasji Boman Behram Marg), where the sea is flanked by handsome 19th Century arcaded buildings, for “a glimpse of the well-planned Port Trust residential housing development. Then, a bronzed “egg omlet” ringed by a lacy fringe.In spite of wincing prices, I would encourage you towards tea at Taj Mahal hotel’s Sea Lounge, a Mumbai icon in itself and a hop, skip and jump from Woodside Inn. I am especially besotted by its pani puri with its low hum of heat, an igniting, bracing snack that has often stitched together days that have threatened to fall apart. (A nugget: Joseph Conrad once stayed here in the 1880s).
After breakfast, walk backwards to Wellington Fountain, named for the Duke of Wellington’s victories in battle — Colaba unspools from here.After lunch, stagger out of the crushing heat and into the Afghan Church, a Gothic Revival dirge to all those martyred in the Anglo-Afghan war of 1838. First, a heap of minced mutton, spiced and simmered to an almost-gravy, served with bread to soak up the gravy.Downstairs, veer off towards Good Earth, spangled with expensive curiosities. It is how we begin (and end) our Colaba stroll – with a full belly. Colaba is speckled with art galleries and spaces, most of which are worth at least a gander — think Project 88, Galerie Mirchandani + Steinruecke, TARQ.After breakfast, walk backwards to Wellington Fountain, named for the Duke of Wellington’s victories in battle — Colaba unspools from here. Start at Buckley Court and end at Woodside Inn, walking past the Cathedral of the Holy Name, the Archbishop’s House, Fort Convent School, Tanna House, and my favourite building in Mumbai, the crumbling, faded Schoen House: once a grand mansion built by a Parsi gentleman, it is today a ghostly echo of a vanished world..Besides Colaba Causeway with its antiques, clothes and jewellery, it is also home to restaurants and beautiful heritage architecture.For lunch, I usually choose China underfloor heating Suppliers to dock at one of four restaurants — unostentatious Paradise, run by a chatty Parsi couple from Gamadia Colony, is an homage to humble yet full-flavoured Parsi cooking; Baba Ling’s Ling’s Pavilion for its bacon pot rice, crisp bean sprouts with a staccato of prawns, and buoyant, tender, pork soup dumplings alchemised with freckles of ginger and soy sauce; Kainaz Messman’s Theobroma, which serves plush chip butties and bacon butties, the soft bread generously lacquered with butter; and Martin’s, which answers the siren call for exemplary beef chilly fry and Goa sausages
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