Wednesday 5 November 2014

Food Glorious Food, in Udaipur

When I was in Udaipur, we spent most of our evenings in Chandpole which is the older part of town on the banks of The Pichola Lake and the City Palace. This is the Udaipur that they advertise to the world. It's colorful, bursting to the seams with teeny weeny alleys and houses which seems like it's made for miniature sized people. These alleyways have tinier stores selling lamps, books, silver jewelry, fake antiques, henna tattoos, gaily colored cotton apparel, leather goods, silk paintings, mosaics, the ever-present Rajasthani jutti (pointy shoes) and even lessons in Marwari/Mewari cuisine. Scattered among these are several eateries which vary from downright seedy (by which I mean stomach revolting) to the utter posh cafe like the Greek/French/German Bakeries. But we didn't go to any of these during first few days, NOPE...we were taken to the FC Restaurant (a.k.a Friends Club). Now do not go ahead and assume it was something like the palace in Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani! This seedy corner in a very beautiful part of Udaipur's Old Town is neither a Club, nor should it be called a restaurant. I have mentioned seedy once already right, so am gonna call it shabby next, with shoddy service and crappy food (If it should be called food!). The only saving grace, it's right on the banks of the lake, which IS prime real estate, if you ask me and even better the view of the City Palace bathed in golden light (artificial, but very clever lighting). The staff comprises of one very harassed waiter who will inform you that half the stuff printed in the menu is unavailable and the bar offers only beer (The cheap variety) and really cheap rum! As if Udaipur is in Barbados or some other fancy tropical setting, Rum indeed! Am gonna go on a limb and say there is a cook in their teeny, weeny kitchen, coz the thought of that sad faced waiter managing the kitchen/bar and the till is just depressing. And to top it, the restaurant (lets call it that for now) has poor lighting and lives off the 'Golden Glow' from the palace on the opposite side of the lake (Scrooge much!). The reason am telling you this is coz none of our faces are visible in any of the pictures. The restaurant has a beautiful doorway though (Okay another plus point, I agree I can't count...but it's deceiving, okay), it's intricately carved wood which I'd bet my last penny is antique, but don't be fooled by this...It really is an awful place. Which says something about us for going back again! Not all us wanted to, but a group always has some penny-pinching dumbshit who won't even consider an alternative. 

Speaking of the alternative, there are two places (for those on a budget) that is definitely not to be missed. First lets talk about Ambrai in Ameth haveli, coz am just in love with this place (also proves I have brilliant taste coz I wanted to go there first, and the rest said no assuming it would tear a hole in their pockets). It's a Haveli Hotel (no surprises why I love those) again, on the banks of the lake, but even better their restaurant area not only shows you the City Palace, but also the Taj Lake Palace (remember Octopussy, if you don't know...go watch it now idiot!), Gangaur Ghat which is right next to it and if you would just turn your neck all swan-like just a bit, you can see the Oberoi Udaivilas (from Yeh Jawaani hai deewani). Ambiance: beautiful subtle lighting, mood music and warm staff (as in plural). Food & Drink: Amazing, do try the Dhungri Maas (comes with a lump of coal sizzling on top). I liked the Margarita (or maybe it tasted good coz I'd been craving some as mentioned in my previous post). Cost: I felt moderate (more along the lines of that bloody FC with better everything). The pool is to die for...it's right opposite the garden, but hidden in the shade of fragrant Frangipani trees (makes you itch to take a dip). Mind you, the restaurant here serves lunch only in peak season ( October-February) and anyway dinnertime is more exciting, so no bother.
View of Taj Lake Palace from Ambrai
The City Palace
Mohit, Shraddha and I in Ambrai
Next place, The Lake Picchola Hotel, which by the way is right next to that awful FC! This is another Haveli Hotel, on the banks of the lake, they even have a jetty and the wrought iron staircase has bougainvillea!  As you enter, you find a cobblestone pathway with a beautiful garden and leafy palm fronds (mystifying...I felt it looked right out of an Arabian Palace) which leads to the concierge and restaurant. The chandeliers, lamps and mirrors in this place I tell you are just breathtakingly beautiful. My eyes popped at the opulence. Highly polished antique wood furniture and antique fans whirring over my head (woohoo, I was in heaven for a while). The staff, warm and welcoming. I've just told you about the ambiance. Food & Drink: Excellent, we loved the Laal Maas and Ker Sangri. I had a Grey Goose Martini which was really good. Cost: Moderate and again that stupid FC cost almost the same. They do have a rooftop Pool and restaurant called 'Upre', but we didn't go there. This place has the most amazing washrooms, Shraddha and I just loved it, the mirrors, fancy antique-y faucets and all! By the way, this place has been around a really long time, it was built in 1559 A.D.
Laal Maas and ker Sangri
Told you we fell in love with the washroom
Yeah well, if you had to stay in KVK for 10 days you'd be excited too when you saw all those fancy stuff!
And for those who want something cheaper still, you have the German Bakery or Cafe Edelweiss as it's known. Do not step into the French or Greek Bakeries, these places just have fancy names and nothing else to offer, though the cold coffee in the French Bakery is not all that bad (or that was just because Jahnavi and I were really tired and thirsty). The Greek bakery does not have a single Greek pastry to save their name, and I went in expecting to eat Baklava! Although the German Bakery doesn't have any German cuisine, you still can get a lovely apple pie, chocolate almond tart, decent sandwiches/ burgers and a lovely refreshing lemonade. There were several other things on display, but I didn't try them. This cafe is really a hole in the wall kind of place, tucked in between two shops selling artwork near the lake.
Chocolate almond tart, or whats left of it
It's cute how they serve lemonade
There is another place called 'Savage Garden' which I wanted to visit solely because they featured it on a TV show 'Highway on my plate with Rocky and Mayur' on NDTV Goodtimes. Rocky and Mayur had some nice things to say, but my friend Mohit said it was 'Bakwaas'! They serve Italian food with an Indian twist, if you're interested. 
Then there is 'Millets of Mewar' for those of you who want or are interested in experimenting with vegan (I like to call it pretend vegan, they serve egg) food. We did go there, and I found it too Bleh! They cater mainly to the foreign clientele and am sure most of them go back disappointed. The food is ok, and for Gods sake do not try their juice, so not worth the grimace that they induce upon tasting! The ambiance is decent and quite interesting actually, but it is expensive. 
See Shraddha's expression after a sip of that God-awful juice.
Finally, for those with a sweet tooth like me, Udaipur is your haven. Really, from kulfi on the street, steaming Gulab Jamuns in tiny sweet stalls to Malai Ghevar in Jodhpur mishtan Bhandar. It's a sweet paradise. But for heaven's sake do not miss out on that Malai Ghevar, unfortunately I do not have a picture to show...we ate it up so fast. It's the devils incarnate itself and I better stop typing right now, or am gonna end up cleaning drool from my keyboard. Sigh! I am strengthening my resolve to go back sometime in the near future. After all, I still haven't seen the Lake Palace or Udaivilas or Sajjangarh Fort!

And the next time I'll tell you all about my experiments with that Chocolate Almond Tart from Udaipur.

Until then, Loads of love...
Chaitanya 





Tuesday 4 November 2014

I hate Udaipur Airport!

As I've already mentioned in the heading I hate, hate, HATE the airport in Udaipur, which is exactly why it's taken me so long to write about it. I had to leave unexpectedly and booked a last minute flight out of that godforsaken airport. I left the guest house bags packed neatly (I have OCD) and trundled in a shaky Tuk Tuk (auto rickshaw) on a road which shouldn't be called a road! Those woes aside, the skies open up and decides to pour down buckets on us poor travelers. As I was tearing up a little at the thought of leaving Udaipur so soon, without even completing the things on my itinerary, the melodramatic me decided to take the rains as a sign of the city crying at my departure. (I told you I was melodramatic). What with all this, I managed to reach Maharana Pratap Airport with my bones rattled and a growling tummy, but still in one piece. Little did I know that my troubles were just beginning.

At the check-in counter this heartless Airline official coolly informs me that my baggage is overweight! Not by any small amount, 5 kilos overweight and also puts in saying I have to pay an extra 6000 Rs/. I spat back saying I wouldn't. He then asks me to discard a bit to make it lighter, which I then proceeded to do. I looked like a crazy old bat with my luggage gaping like someone's guts spilled over! You can imagine how my OCD self reacted. Removed a few non-essentials and he says still 3 kilos overweight, and then says wait at the end of the check-in line and he'll think up something. Finally after ages, he informs me I can carry some of my stuff as hand luggage....in wait for it...Polythene bags! Desperate as I was, I did just that! I ran around Udaipur Airport with my luggage gaping open for anyone to peek in and stuffed in polythene bags like an uncivilized idiot. Lord, I looked like a Kabadiwallah about to catch a flight! Hilarious for others, torturous for me. The dumass official said the flight was full, which was why I resembled a Kabadiwallah. Finally managed to stow all my crap in and dumped myself in my seat (thankfully that idiot saw fit to give me one next to the window). As the flight prepared for take-off I realised the flight was not "full" as that lyching, cheating, no-good airline official had told me earlier! As if that wasn't traumatic enough. I had to repeat the whole procedure in Mumbai airport too (note that I didn't say I hate Mumbai airport...am in love with that place. If I was allowed, which sadly I know I won't be, I would dance all around the runway. It is sooo beautiful, right out of my fairy-tale dreams...Wait! do they allow weddings on runways, that'd be awesome! Note to self: check up on 'runway weddings'.). And to top it all, I made the Bangalore flight wait. 

But sometimes the troubles you face are totally worth it. I sat next to this amazing person on the Udaipur flight, Cyrus Ilavia your words will always stay with me, they were educational and inspiring. On the Bangalore flight I or rather she chose to sit next to me and then on me...She was 4 and beautiful and entertaining. 

She's cute isn't she? And a drama queen like me :)
What more could one ask for! I know...kinder, decent airline officials who aren't liars and increased weight on the baggage limit. I mean 15 kilos is like peanuts...why would you do that to us? You can't even shop for anything with that limit, you dumbshit!

Love from a very harassed,
Chaitanya