Back to being a lady who lunches

Thanks to crazy things happening like for instance, becoming a cave woman and withdrawing from all forms of socialising, my lunching out has become a bit of an annual affair in recent times. Therefore when the fabulous @WeAreMumbai announced a contest with the prize as a lunch for two at Yauatcha, I was tempted. Sorely. For one, I missed the girl talk that goes into these girly lunches. And for another, I had heard nice things about Yauatcha and had been wanting to try it out for a while, the only deterrent being that it was a fair way out from my everyday routine and I have become old and crabbity these days regarding how far I’m willing to go to meet with people, and tend to confine my socialising within a circumference of two kilometers.
To cut a very long story short, I won the contest (thanks @mojorojo who was curating the @WeAreMumbai account that week) and me and a dear friend and ex colleague from the time we were both cutting our respective teeth in this journalism business met up for lunch Yauatcha.
First impressions, classy interiors. Will splay around a few photographs of the premises as proof.
Yauatcha Mumbai Dining Area

Yauatcha Mumbai Dining Area3

We were served the Taste of Yauatcha, a set menu which was meant to showcase the most indicative dishes from the entire menu, the very pretty Samiya Shakir of Yauatcha informed us, but which was generous enough in portions to result in much deliberate cramming down of it into the gullet even when one was stuffed to the gills.

We opened with a soup and steamed chicken dumplings, moved onto a pan fried turnip cake with vegetables which was so prettily arranged that I felt trifle guilty about having to cut it into little pieces in order to ingest it. This was accompanied by a golden fried chicken puff, with crispy outside and flavour laden inside.

Pan-fried turnip cake with vegetables

Golden fried chicken  puff

This was followed by a generous serving of rice accompanied by braised chicken with mushroom in a claypot which, much to my eternal regret, I could not do justice to because I was so stuffed to the gills.

Value for money. I would say so. I am not a food critic or a connoisseur of flavour so at the best I can say is that the flavours, they were interesting and subtle, the portions were generous, the ambience was very chic and the service was informed, unobstrusive and slickly efficient.

Would I go there again? You bet I would. It is a lovely place for a long, relaxed meal with a friend and the kitty party brigade that populate every midway decent restaurant at lunch hour don’t seem to have discovered it yet. And yes, I had lovely company. Nothing like a good jaw jaw with an old dear friend.

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About Kiran Manral

Author of The Face At The Window, ( 2016), Karmic Kids, All Aboard (2015) , Once Upon A Crush (2014) and The Reluctant Detective (2011).
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