The story behind this not-so-secret-anymore Indian restaurant hidden away in a top-floor flat of a residential building is a classic tale of amazing coincidences. My friend John, speaker of approximately 72 1/2 languages and who is teaching himself Hebrew, received a flier the same day he just so happened to learn to read the words for "food" and "Indian". Understand that there are few to no places to find the delicious spiciness, the curries, the samosas, the naan and masala chai, so you can imagine John and his wife Natascha's gleefulness at their discovery. A common instinct upon finding one's self in this position, privy to a one-of-a-kind restaurant with only a handful of tables to seat guests (two in the living room, one where the dining table would go and one in each of the bedrooms), is to cherish the few days that it remains under the radar and you still can easily make reservations. This phenomenon was underscored by the fact that the restaurant is only opened on Tuesday and Thursday evenings and Friday lunches. This is why I felt so privileged to have Ana (on the right in the photo) invite me along one evening and eagerly agreed to be sworn to secrecy. Come the Tuesday we had our reservation we find out in the table next to us would be 10 of our Baha'i World Centre friends. Of course when we arrived at the restaurant with Abi (on the left) we were quickly assimilated into the larger party and found our spots around the low table, sitting cross-legged on plush floor cushions. We dined with John and Natascha so Simon (that's the chef) showered us with special attention in addition to the yummy food. He even brought me dairy-free dessert and sage tea.
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I hope we can eat there when I come to visit.
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