Afternoon chai would provide a calm refuge from the East London street. Lunch with colleagues on a Wednesday, busy and brisk, waiters bustling on to the verandah with trays of abundant food. The bar, which served the most delicious and sincere old cocktails – Flips, Gimlets, Juleps and Sours, felt even a bit pre-‘47.īrunch on Sunday would be deliciously lazy, laced warmly with the aroma of the bakery.
The endless cups of chai, the best thing to revive energy levels on a wilted Tuesday afternoon. The warm baked biscuits and Keema puffs, just like those still being served at Sassannian Café in Bombay. The Lamb Raan which had been cooked overnight and seemed completely at home in a burger.
The food which came quickly out of the open kitchen. And most of all the Café loved serving food and drink with so much enthusiasm.
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