Suja L.
Yelp
We are visiting from the US. We just got back to our hotel after having an incredibly inspiring meal at Baluchi. Although It is just past 1:30 am, we felt compelled to write about it. My husband chose Baluchi to celebrate my birthday. He specifically chose Baluchi because a review had described the food as blending regional flavors, including from my home state of Kerala, India. We have never experienced flavors of Kerala celebrated through fine dining. Baluchi is fine dining blending flavors that date back centuries with modern culinary techniques and exquisite presentation. My husband described it best. "I taste the flavors of India. It washes over me subtly." Indian food, like India itself, strikes all our senses. It is powerful, vibrant, and memorable. It's rarely subtle. Chef Jomon creates onto a modern canvas using a traditional spice palette, weaving in ingredients from around the world. The result is subtle yet powerful. This is Chef Jomon's gift. His creations evoke images of beautiful India for those yet to experience her and sweet memories for those who have. We have experienced talented chefs who take traditional comfort foods and reintroduce them with a modern twist. Chef Jomon's culinary art takes traditional familiar flavors and transports you across regions in India, and in my case, right into my grandmother's wood-burning stove kitchen in Kerala; smoke included. The dish that managed this fete was the Orkney scallop appetizer. The perfectly braised scallops were dusted with crushed spices and presented in a clam shell, housed in a glass-domed cheese platter filled with smoke. Moses, our impeccable waiter, set the dish on our table, swirled the glass dome around the platter a few times, then lifted it to release the smoke. It was instantaneous. The smoke was that of aromatic wood burning; more specifically for me, evoking memories of home. It graced the delicate buttery scallops with a touch of smokiness that accentuated the crushed coriander and Malabar peppercorn; just enough to convey centuries-old tradition while allowing the modern interpretation to take the lead. The pickled grape garnish was perfect. And that was just the scallops. Each dish we had can be similarly disassembled for its attributes and celebrated for Chef Jomon's clever and thoughtful preparation. Even the dessert did not disappoint our taste or imagination. We had Paan Pistachio Kulfi with rose syrup. One of the main flavor notes is beetle leaf, which is a very fragrant leaf that is a common presence in Indian street vendor stalls that sell the ubiquitous paan (a stimulant that is chewed). Our waiter, Moses, saw the look on my face when I first read it and assured me that only the beetle leaf flavor was there, not the psychedelic stimulant of paan. We ate this slowly talking about it with every bite. And maybe this is the point. We took our time enjoying every bite and talking with one another about every flavor, smell, and texture, sharing what we each remember from India and inviting one another to experience it. We did not once consult our phones. We relied on each other's impressions and imbibed them. We were in the moment, transcended together; the food our medium. Thank you Chef Jomon. You are a wonderful. We will be back.