Cyrus Doodhmal
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Last Thursday, we decided to march into Soam for a vegetarian dinner — a heroic act in itself.
At the door, the host beams and says, “35-minute wait che, saar.”
“Why?” I ask. With a twinkle in his eye, he replies, “Aaje Thursday che.”
One quick peek inside and it all made sense — every Gujarati from Chowpatty to Kemps Corner had already packed the place, turning Soam into their unofficial community dining hall. And there we were, a lively bunch of Parsis from Colaba, clearly crashing the party. Lagan-nu-custard had wandered straight into dhokla territory.
By the time our table was ready, we’d memorised the menu, picked our order twice over, and nearly converted to Jainism — just to get seated faster!
We started with the farsan platter (the vatana pattice, panaji and palak cheese samosa were superb), followed by pani puri and pav bhaji. For mains: methi pithal with jowar bhakri, kanda batata sambhariya with bhakhri, methi ghepla with laal batata nu shaak, shrikant batata puri and moong dal khichdi with dahi khadi. Their thirst quenchers are top-notch too. We ended in style — with kesar jalebi.
Typical Parsi weakness: feed us well, and we’ll forgive anyone — even a 35-minute wait.
Turns out lagan-nu-custard doesn’t mind waiting in dhokla territory — we’ll be back for seconds!