So, let’s talk some more about New Bombay restaurant, of the previous post’s garlic and cheese naan. (I’m still drooling. Mentally.) While I would have been perfectly happy with just the naan, my cousins were intent on showing me just what this little place had to offer.
Actually, I flatter myself. My presence was incidental. The rambo-like ordering of just about every item on their specials list is pretty much par for the course when it comes to my family. And when I say ‘rambo-like,’ I truly mean it in the take no prisoners context. We leave behind a table that could be classified as a disaster area. Seriously. If you don’t believe me, I have photographic evidence to offer up in a future post.
But back to the naan. Because, well, most things good in the gustatory sense always go back to the garlic and cheese naan.
For starters, we had samosas. I’d report on them if I could, but I’m allergic to potatoes, so this is as close as I got to them.
Then, the specials came, beginning with palak peneer. It’s spinach and cottage cheese, and a host of aromatic spices (I tasted cumin, garam masala, coriander, some tumeric, and ginger). Full-bodied and creamy, it made me think I’d have no problems going vegetarian if I had choices like this.
Then followed the chicken makhanwala. Chicken with yogurt and butter, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, cilantro, and more of those spices in the palak paneer. Every single taste bud in my mouth was doing the happy dance.
I’m going to stop right here because if I see any more photos from that lunch, I might start trying to thumb my way back to Manila. Which would be fine, except for that bit of underwater part called the Pacific Ocean. Or Atlantic Ocean, depending in which route you take.
Plus, I have to go make some cookies. Because, well, most things good in the gustatory sense always go back to cookies. Especially when you’re nowhere near any garlic and cheese naan.
Excuse my while I lament my deplorable state of naan-lessness.