Tag Archives: Fish

154: Snapshots So Far

3 Jun

Some experiences are best described without words. 

Here are some of mine so far, and I’m letting these pictures do all the talking. 

Banana chips and post-dinner conversations

Saris, dosas, window shopping in Commercial Street.

Friday afternoons with family and these eyes

Impromptu visits, conversations, and homemade fish fry and prawn curry meals

Sunny, windy, shade-laden walks under these gentle giants

Andhra meals, laughter, and bubbly fresh lime sodas

Relaxing with baking


Things I’m Doing Before I Leave Bangalore – V

7 Sep

My lack of willpower when it comes to food is preventing me from being bridanal about one of the most crucial things brides usually are anal about – not gaining weight/losing the perfect bridal figure (whatever that’s supposed to mean). It’s not as if people aren’t already weighed down by unreal and unnatural ideals of body shape and size, often clouding the understanding of their own body shape and size, that we have an added pressure of “not gaining weight”. Obviously this pressure is too much for my food-loving, almost gluttonous habits, which is why steering clear of it is easier and makes me feel more at peace. Friends, I don’t know how you do it on a regular basis, forget for when special occasions arise. Kudos to your will power. (Let’s note that this isn’t addressing that section of us who refuse to eat their meals point blank; for that, well, I’m not speaking about today.)

Naturally whilst I’m on an expedition to eat my remaining days in Bangalore away, the resulting gift of extra adipose is a concern, though one that hasn’t rung its alarm bells in my consciousness yet. I’m hoping I won’t be too off my rocker and that if I do go past the line, these alarm bells ring sooner. Le sigh.

The weekend has been of eating and eating some more; of eating to the point where one automatically felt the need to get their butt moving rather than sit back and let their digestion envelop them in a siesta. While there was no walking of the “exercise” category involved, there was just enough to lead us to another *waitforit* food place, but naturally. Where has this need to eat come from? Is it because of the excessive importance we give to food everywhere the mind and eye can reach or is it that we’ve been so deprived of food all our lives? Clearly it’s the former of course. We do have much healthier and stronger generations before us to prove that fact, yes we do.

From joyous ice cream moments to seafood shenanigans, from toasts to iced teas, I’ve no idea how varied and crazy things did become over the weekend. While listing down all the places I love visiting, and will hopefully continue visiting, is beginning to make a heavy impact on the scales, here’s a place for all you seafood lovers that I’m most delighted to share.

We barely even looked at the menu of this restaurant which made me almost feel like I owned the place. Do you know that feeling where a particular place feels like it is yours; enough to make you get territorial about it, enough to make you take over the waiter’s job and recommend dish after dish to your friends? Yeah, that’s how all these places make me feel, and that’s precisely what I’m doing on this medium – recommending the good stuff to you.

So without even actually perusing through the menu in its entirety, we rattled our orders away. This one was obviously a quick hit – prawns in butter garlic sauce. There is something about this blessed combination of butter and garlic that makes this match one made in heaven.


These guys added onions and chillies to the dish, which isn’t the authentic way to go about a butter garlic prep, but no one really cares or complains. Prawns + butter + garlic = nocomplainswhatsoever.

Of course being an avid fish fan fanatic, I felt indulgent (because of the long overdue visit) and ordered my staple of fish. I’m a lover of any fried fish and this was an anjal (king mackerel) masala fish fry.


It was rather alright and didn’t make my skirt fly. I’m a fan of the more deeply fried masala fish, the way it’s made in Kerala. Kerala fish fry FTW! Therefore what is a staple in any seafood order, isn’t really one here.

What is indeed a staple order at this place, which by the way is Anupam’s Coast ii Coast, is *loandbehold* their crab *freakinawesomemeltinyourmouth* ghee roast. Please order only the ghee roast. It’s the only kind of crab roast you should ever have.

Seriously indicative of coronary threats, this is a beauty that should be kept for those special times when you really want to go all out on crab.


Lathered in beautiful Mangalorean masalas and fragrant of ghee (clarified butter), this is must-have. It makes me actually prefer eating crab in Bangalore more than in any other coastal area; which to my astonishment I find more harsh on my pocket than over here, in Bangalore.

Order a side of neer dosa (clearly crab becomes the main) and feed a burning but completely satisfying fire in your mouth through those (rather loud) cracks and crunches.


Such a beauty, this. You can skip the fish entirely if you wish and go for more crab. Made with red chillies and more magic, this is a dish that is appeasing, satisfying, addictive and most delicious. When your mouth burns but you cannot stop and keep asking for more, it’s a sign of only good things.

Their service is very fast and their food is beyond tasty. If Mangalorean fare is something you enjoy, this is where you need to go to. The vegetarians at the table loved their food as well, but of course I was deep into the crab-eating process which made it impossible to click their food. They ordered appams and vegetable stew, which is a very comforting dish. Albeit a Keralite dish, I hear it’s a good order here.

It looks like I’m done on the crab-eating front for the time-being. It was a meal worth all the madness and absolute lack of table manners. Don’t do first dates over crab dishes unless your date knows what the date’s getting into.

On a more organizational note, I am contemplating categorizing these food-related posts separately, but while I still gain some clarity on how to do so, do hop over for some crab!

Things I’m Doing Before I Leave Bangalore – III

2 Sep

Maybe this post needs categories because of course one of the things I’m doing is visiting my favourite haunts which certainly cannot be listed under one small post. I told you not to be surprised if most of these posts are food related.

I love this place ever so much, and let’s be clear, I love the original place where we’ve all originally found it and eaten at. For a while there was speculation about the authenticity and original originality of this place, but I went to both these places by the same name and I’ve arrived at my decision – The Only Place, Museum Road, it always always will be. To me that’s the original I first went to and therefore link every association of it with this branch. Museum Road, opposite St. Josephs and just up the road from the (in)famous Church Street Empire.

While I couldn’t possibly eat everything I have eaten here, in one sitting, we could exchange notes of just all the awesomeness that oozes out of this tile-roofed, verandah-in-the-middle, perpetually booked restaurant.

People had already raved about this place eons before I could even afford a meal on my own money. And this was one of those places I’d mentally made a note of to visit as soon as I had enough disposable income to, well, blow up on fancy plates of food. No, I didn’t come from a background that necessitated eating out at very fancy places and Casa Picola on Cunningham road for Sunday lunches was as fancy as it got. Do you remember that place? Oh how we used to love that outlet and its food; especially its heartwarming chicken pot pie served with a side of crunchy buttered garlic bread. That was our Sunday family tradition and one I’m forever grateful to mom for starting. I’m glad we come from a time when one meal outside of home was extraordinary and special enough minus the labels having “just one meal outside” could bring along. Anyhoo.

So, just after I started my first job after finishing my Bachelor’s course is when I made my debut entry to this place. Still a bit steep for my meager budget preferences, I first began my journey at this restaurant with their then 200 rupee Salisbury Steak (the cheapest one on the menu); one that is made with ground meat, topped with gravy and baby onions and served with a side of mashed potatoes and butter garlic bread. It was my first ever steak from a famous, “fancy” place and it was an experience I will always remember – a peppery, delightful and absolutely filling meal. Give it a try if you don’t mind minced meat. Unfortunately other dishes have caught my fancy and given that it’s been a while since I had the Salisbury steak, there is no picture.

I also do not have a picture of their cheesey fries; another staple we use to and still do order by default. Cheesey fries and lemon iced teas are a combination that’s hard to say no to, especially on a hot summer’s day or a cool winter’s night or at any other given time, date or weather forecast in Bangalore. It’s another order I’ll never say no to despite the fact that it has changed over the years and isn’t the same dish of cheesey fries we first had. That was a bowl full of magic with melted cheese on top, on the side, at the bottom, in the middle, in the air…you name it! But this puts a lot of other cheesey fries we’ve had, to shame. I mean really, how hard are cheesey fries to put on the table? Or am I missing something?

Feeling American-ish (whazzthatevensupposedtomean?) is what makes me crave this place, and this is what I order to satisfy my craving.


A Juicy Lucy without cheese and a fried egg, if I want a burger minus all the heaviness. This one has egg because I was either too lost dreaming about my food or eating some food that I forgot to tell the waiter about it. You could skip the cheese on top because this burger patty *waitforit* has melted cheese right inside it. It’s quite amazing to bite into a Juicy Lucy – it’s an experience I cannot explain. Just imagine juicy, well seasoned meat and melted cheese – it should do. Tuck into it, seal the deal with fries, wash it down with your favourite beverage (mine here is lemon iced tea) and you should be set; burger-wise and feeling American-ish-wise. Totally recommended and recommended some more.

Then there are days when I’m feeling rather indulgent (mind you, I still do find this place expensive sometimes); and that’s when I order this baby.


The OP’s Special Fish. Today it’s a whopping 450 bucks. I do feel extravagant when I order this and save it for only those times when I’m craving a beautifully cooked fish fillet browned in butter, lemon and spices. Oh my gawwd, Jesus Christ. Grilled fish in lemon butter with vegetables is just my most favourite meal in the whole wide world. I’m not exaggerating when I say this is the good stuff. If you don’t believe me, then hopefully the picture will be convincing enough. This is served with mashed potatoes and wilted greens on the side; go right for it. Since my fish cravings primarily lead me to Keralite restaurants, this one isn’t something I order a lot. Like I said, I prefer fish fries and the like and imagine how many fish I could eat for the price of this one fillet. Sorry but fish makes me greedy. Just only always hope that the fish you get at any restaurant is clean, fresh and you’re good to fly away on your magic carpet ride.

And for the final, as almost all of you who’ve been to The Only Place would’ve guessed, here’s what I always pick for dessert.


Their apple pie with cream +/- ice cream. It’s not too apple-y, not too cinnamon-y, not too spicy, not too sweet, not too mushy, not too crusty, not perfect at all – but it’s the good stuff you want on your table and maybe a helping some more.

It’s intriguing how ideals and perfection are so boring. I mean imagine a perfect looking apple pie and then place this broken, not so perfect one by its side. Really, please don’t be perfect. Breaks and tears and mushiness here and there is just the way to be.

You know it’s really good when you get a philosophical lesson out of it.

I’ll be coming back for more!