Gharwali Garhwali

 (Homestyle Garhwali Food in Mussoorie)

When you are wandering through Mussoorie, it is easy to assume that the town runs on two things alone: endless cups of chai (in kulhad) and steaming plates of pahadi Maggi. Or perhaps you might conclude that “local food” simply means the familiar North Indian spread of parathas, dal, aloo gobi, and chicken curry. And if you ask your driver for a recommendation, chances are he will enthusiastically point you toward some “badhiya Italian khana” — usually code for creamy red- or white-sauce pasta and paneer / chicken pizzas.

But if you are determined (and just a little food-obsessed), Mussoorie rewards you with something far more memorable: honest, hearty Garhwali home cooking.

We began our search somewhat misguidedly, looking online for non-vegetarian Garhwali dishes. The internet happily listed all sorts of tempting recipes flavoured with local herbs and spices, but was remarkably unhelpful when it came to telling us where to actually eat them.

That is how we stumbled upon Hills-E-Ishq, a charming little restaurant run by Ashu. Perched on a hillside, with barely half a dozen tables and a queue that seems to move at mountain pace, it serves a vegetarian thali that is worth every minute of waiting.

Hemp seed chutney

Ashu suggested we start with crispy stinging nettle fritters paired with bhang-seed chutney and a chilled glass of rhododendron lassi. The drink’s deep pink hue brought back memories of Rooh Afza — not all of them pleasant, thanks to my Delhi school days — but this drink was unique and wonderfully refreshing.

Rhododendron Lassi

Finger Nettle Fritters

Lunch began with phanu, a robust and spicy lentil soup that wakes up the palate. Then came the stars of the meal: earthy mandwe (finger millet) rotis, kandali (stinging nettle) saag, alu thichwani, mixed dal, and red rice, with generous dollops of that addictive bhang-seed chutney.

And for dessert, jhangore ki kheer — a creamy pudding made from barnyard millet — offered just the right touch of sweetness to end the meal on a comforting note.

The Garhwali Thali

As unapologetic non-vegetarians, we were surprised by how thoroughly we enjoyed this simple yet deeply flavorful spread.

While waiting for our table, we struck up a conversation with the restaurant’s usher, whose job seemed equal parts host and culinary evangelist. He proudly told us that Hills-E-Ishq was among the first restaurants in the region to champion local cuisine. He also tipped us off about another place to try: The Tavern, just off Mall Road, where the menu features exactly three Garhwali dishes — a vegetarian thali, Pahadi kukkad (chicken curry), and the much-loved Bhunni (or Bhunyu Bukhtya), a rich, slow-cooked mutton preparation made in a traditional iron wok.

Naturally, we rushed there that very evening.

The chicken curry had sold out, but they were happy to pack us a portion of the Bhunni, albeit with a few cautionary notes. Some diners, we were told, find the mutton a little chewy and are put off by the fact that it is cooked with the skin on. Undeterred, we carried home our parcel, along with cracker-like heart-shaped millet rotis and a helping of spicy mint chutney.

Finger Millet Crackers

Red Rice & Bhunni

By the end of the day, tired but immensely satisfied, we found ourselves licking our fingers and wondering why Garhwali food remains one of the Himalayas’ best-kept secrets. Simple, nourishing, and packed with character, it tastes exactly like what it is meant to be — homestyle food cooked with love, for family, and for anyone lucky enough to find it.

Sometimes the best souvenirs from the mountains are not shawls or photographs, but the lingering taste of a meal that feels like home.

A Taste of Georgia

You may ignore the chashushuli,
Or skip the ojhakhuri,
But when in Georgia,
Don’t be a bourgeois—
Eat with your hands khinkali and khachapuri!

Georgian food invites poetry. Each dish carries a story, and as you eat, you gather memories to take home.

Let’s start by quite literally getting a handle on our food. Khinkali, believed to have arrived with the Mongols in the 13th century, originated in Georgia’s mountains. These taste like meat dumplings or momos and the filling is held together with a topknot. Eaten by hand, gripping the twisted topknot to sip the hot, savoury broth inside before finishing the dumpling. The handle is always discarded.

Khinkalis - The dumpling with a handle

The Adjaruli Khachapuri tells another tale. This boat-shaped cheese bread arrives piping hot, crowned with a raw egg and butter. You tear off the crust and swiftly mix it all together. Its form is said to mirror a boat on the Black Sea, with the filling symbolising the sea, sun, and the coastal region of Adjara—lovingly served by mothers and wives to bring luck to fishermen heading out to sea.

Adjaruli Khachapuri - bringing luck to fishermen at sea

Pork Mtsvadi (kebabs)

Our driver lights up the BBQ

In Georgia, eating is far more than sustenance; it lies at the heart of hospitality and social life. If you hesitate over a menu or enjoy a dish too visibly, expect help from a smiling stranger. They genuinely look happy to see you enjoy their cuisine. After exploring the Uplistsikhe caves, we found a nearby eatery closed, yet the owners lit a barbeque and, with help from our cab driver, treated us to fresh pork mtsvadi (kebabs).

The joy of travel continues at home. We recreated Badrijani Nigvzit—eggplant with walnut paste—an effortless cocktail snack. Roast or fry eggplant slices, spread with garlicky walnut paste, garnish with pomegranate seeds, and serve. Simple, and deeply Georgian.

  

A twist to the Eggplant

A to Z Work Travelogue : Yerevan, Yah!

He stood at the airport holding his wife’s favorite jacket. We had agreed that late February would be a good time to visit—spring just setting in, the chill fading. But the day before I landed, a snow alert was issued and temperatures plunged. From the airport, we drove straight to the market for fur-lined boots.

To set the stage, let me rewind a few years. One afternoon, I received a call from my colleague who headed international business. "Hey, Madhu, come over. I want you to meet a very interesting person. Let’s have lunch together."

That’s how I first met M—magnetic in presence, with a disarming energy. He had tracked down our company through old Soviet-era connections—back when lead-acid battery manufacturers in the USSR signed large annual contracts. M was especially keen on our brand. On his first visit, he brought an interpreter, but there was a certain dissonance. The meeting still went well, and it was the start of a long association. On subsequent trips, M came alone, armed only with a dictionary. The interpreter, he confessed, could not convey the spirit of his remarks— the empathy he felt was essential to negotiation.

Years later, once his business with us was firmly established, he insisted I visit Armenia to see what he had built for our brand. I spent just under a week there. Days were devoted to visiting stores; evenings were spent with his family. His mother sat at the head of the table, a gentle smile on her face, her keen eyes making sure my plate was never empty. M’s sister—an English teacher, interpreter, and gifted storyteller—spoke with pride about Armenian history, culture and heritage.

One evening, she told me the story of the salt cellar—an essential in every Armenian home. Handmade in the shape of a pregnant woman, it symbolized both life and fortune. Landlocked and often war-ravaged, Armenia depended on imported salt, which was precious and entrusted to the matriarch. She held it symbolically “in her womb” and dispensed it sparingly, preserving not just the family’s food but its fortune. Linked to Anahit, the Armenian goddess of fertility, these cellars are still proudly displayed as cultural heirlooms.

I also learned of Armenia’s deep historical ties with India, particularly Kolkata and Chennai. At the Etchmiadzin Church, I was surprised to hear of the 18th-century Armenian Church in Chennai—and felt a tad shy as the priest obviously expected to learn more from me.

Driving through Yerevan was like leafing through a living history book. Every heritage building had a story to tell. In open-air markets, stalls brimmed with hand-crafted pottery, wood carvings, jewelry, and woven textiles in a riot of colors. And no matter the hour, every home welcomed guests with bread, fresh salads, sweets, and dried fruits.

Some images stay forever in the mind; others are lost when photographs fade or disappear. M visited our plants many more times, eventually leaving his dictionary behind entirely. I moved to another industry, but our friendship endured—woven into the fabric of shared meals, exchanged stories, and the crisp spring air of Yerevan.

Bavaria Beyond Bratwurst

Food is more than sustenance — it is an expression of culture, heritage, and
creativity. Experience it firsthand or stay with beliefs, “German food is all about
frankfurters and bratwurst”, like we did before our Munich trip.

Bavaria's varied landscape, from mountainous areas to fertile plains and a lake that's large
enough to be called the Bavarian Sea, has influenced what crops and livestock are
raised, leading to regional specialties. Additionally, Bavaria's history as a crossroads
for trade and migration has brought in diverse culinary traditions. 

Our exploration understandably began with sausages. We met the famous Weißwurst – in Marienplatz, which claims right of origin on these delicate white sausages, simmered in hot water to leave a mild, tender and juicy flavor. The ‘little finger-length' sausages of Nurnberg still grilled over beechwood, date back to early 14th century and tell its own story of economic hardship when the locals settled for smaller portions of their favorite food and made it a city tradition.

Delicate White Sausages

Little-finger length Sausages

The Spätzle, an egg pasta topped with crispy brown onions and cheese, is a
deceptively simple but tricky dish to get right. The soft dough is dropped directly into
boiling water to make tiny dough balls affectionately called Spatzles or little
sparrows. Ergo, if the dough sticks or gets lumpy the cook is chided for making
“ravens”.

Our Spatzles that had turned "ravens"

It is amazing how you find in distant lands familiar flavors of home. The
Leberknödel or liver-dumpling soup was like a cross between a Kashmiri Gustaba -
that single large dumpling, and a Rishta, for its brown gravy. The pounded meats in
all three dishes break down in their delicate soups to make a nourishing mouthful.

Gustaba or Leberknodle Souppe?

The knotty pretzels and beers would make for another piece all together. Before
signing off, however, one has to mention the Obatzda, a soft, spiced cheese-spread
topped with chives and onions - so good with the salted pretzels and washed down
with beer.

Pretzels with Obatzda

A to Z Work Travelogue : Significant Singapore

 Last week, I returned to Singapore after 22 years. In those days, I was handling the International Business for Exide batteries and my colleagues at the Singapore office played a significant role in sourcing business in South East Asia. Typically, one covered the Malaysia and Singapore markets in these visits.

Returning after such a long gap and with only one evening to spare, I knew I had to make it to the Marina Bay. Like any other major global city, Singapore keeps rejuvenating and reinventing to stay relevant and the Marina Bay was the spot for feeling the pulse. The redevelopment has included restoring historical landmarks, introducing new landmark buildings and the development of the Marina Bay.  Today, a stock-shot of Singapore is the Marina Sands Skypark and Sands Theatre, a shift from the endearing Merlion. Then, I had an early glimpse of this transformation. The grand old building of The Fullerton (constructed in 1928) turned into a luxurious five-star hotel after housing for many years various government departments. The building's original facade has been retained and refurbished with its interior remodeled. From Marina Bay and all the way up the Singapore River Banks, the renewed Singapore was evident. In buildings and areas like One Fullerton, once the Master Attendant's Pier (and, our conference venue) , the old Waterboat office, Clifford Pier and old favorites like Boat Quay and Clarke Quay. What's more, the city mascot the Merlion had also moved position in these intervening years.

The most personal moment was when my ex-colleague recommended that we take the Marina boat ride. He was responsible for moving the authorities to take a shift from the polluting, noisy, diesel engines to silent battery power, sometime around 2007. As I took videos, he smilingly reminded me that he had made it a noise free possibility!

On the flight back, I couldn't help but reflect on that "me" in Singapore in the earlier days and now. The visits used to be a fascinating whirlwind of bay-side dinners and shopping after a long day's work. There was an awe about the stores, the brands, the social gaiety and mouth watering seafood. While my colleague still suggested that I should check out the Marina Arcade Ralph Lauren and Apple experience centers for the unique customer experience, I demurred. The national-international divide has blurred over the years. The lights, the malls and the food are no longer as fascinating.

This visit, post the river ride, one sat and relaxed with a drink. Of course, there was a lot of catching up we had to do on the personal front. As we talked, I observed life go by in this captivating city. One still  marvels at the vibrant riverfront, the attention to preserving heritage even as the city is continuously modernizing, the concentration of tourists, work-travelers and locals in open-air restaurants along the riverfront exuding collective energy. 

I didn't have the time to check out the green-drive at Changi airport or Gardens by the Bay and also the new generation green-terraced apartments. What remains unchanged and uniquely defines the success of the city is what I term "speed and efficiency at work". The immigration, the hotel, currency exchange, the meetings were the few touchpoints I could test in this 24-hour trip and I felt again that awe of yesteryears.

A to Z Work Travelogue : Enchanting Egypt

 “I thought she was unmarried because she laughs a lot”!

This was wisdom from our day guide in Cairo. We were a small group out sightseeing on our last day in Egypt. The guide took great pains to explain to me that I could marry and stay back in his beautiful country, given their favorable laws. To support his case, he also tried to impress me by talking about how he was pursuing a PhD. After quite a bit of this throughout the day, a colleague decided to inform the guide that I was married and had two children, leading to his comment.

 

Of all the countries I have traveled to on work, the romantic disposition of the Egyptian male beat others hollow. I got a total of 3 marriage proposals over a five-day visit! At the same time, I met one of the Group’s smartest production heads and the only lady I have seen in that role in the lead-acid battery industry. There is no intended social commentary here, as the sample size was too small, but the stark contrast was not to be forgotten.

 

Egypt is one country where it was difficult to balance work and leisure. It is the only country in my work visits where I had planned sightseeing. It helped that some programs like the sound and light show at the Giza pyramids and the Nile River cruise were end of day activities. It is also true that like the Sri Lankans in Egypt, the locals took a lot of pride in showcasing their sights and lifestyle.

Shopping was a glorious ritual. Firstly, there were many touristy souvenirs to take back home, and you couldn’t rush through the purchase. The shopkeeper would refuse to engage early on any discussions on price, opting to first display all his wares. This would be followed by generous praise for my smile. Finally, a lot of haggling and one would necessarily walk away with some delicate glass item wrapped carefully for its long journey back.

 

In fact, this cultural disposition for bargaining is something I learnt the hard way some months after this visit. One of the prospective customers and a rich investor at that, returned our visit. While business meetings were all in Kolkata, he had asked to arrange a visit to the Infosys campus. After this, we went to a high-end saree store in Bangalore, where he liked many pieces. He explained how these would make unique dresses for the ladies of the house. Confident that his large selection would entitle him to some discount he was very disappointed to be read out the store policy. By then we were getting late for our flight and quickly had to close the purchase and leave. Our customer was irate and did not speak to me till we got on to the flight. Luckily, the in-flight magazine was carrying a centerspread advertisement on the same store with much mention about its unique sarees (none having duplicates) and celebrity clientele. Our guest chose to concede the point and with a grin said that bargaining is a sport, and a little concession would have made him much happier with his purchase.

Most of my international work travel happened when the children were very young and I was focused on pushing for more distributor meetings and returning home quickly. It was well before the Instagram era and with sketchy memories and lost photographs these few social moments remain. The buyer I spoke about was a Moroccan businessman settled in Egypt. I treasure the book on Moroccan cooking that he gifted to us. Most of all, I treasure the lessons learnt in relationship building, high voltage emotion-led negotiations and the subtle art of business being sealed over a hearty meal!

 

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A to Z Work Travelogue - Dazzling Dubai (& Rest of UAE)

Dubai was business nerve centre for us. A critical gateway to CIS countries and North Africa and with a reasonably good local demand, it was very important for our international business vertical. I made several visits, there, over a four year period from 2001 - 2005 for bulk-purchase deals, enroute to CIS countries, to catch up with other distributors from Saudi Arabia and Kuwait, a local dealers' conference, part of a CII business delegation and also for an Auto major's vendor conference. Every time, I went back to the city I marveled at the change, the energy and the vision shared by our business partners and local administrators.

 

The desert safaris, dune bashing, belly dancing, stroll along the Abu Dhabi Corniche, the white sands of Al Fujairah, sunset cruise at Dubai Marina, the Burj Al Arab, Jumeirah beach, indeed, there is a lot to see. Given my several visits, I was able to phase all this out.

Strolling down the streets of  Bur Dubai, it is hard to remember that the city is built on a desert. Vision lay strong in conceptualizing, whether it was the Al Jumeirah to be built such that it could be seen from space or the falcon symbolizing Abu Dhabi's virtual drive. This was brought home to me while accompanying a government delegation and some industrialists from Kolkata. The then Eastern Region CII director suggested that business visitors to Dubai might like to enjoy tourism with their families in a Jaipur or Delhi, suggesting a probable area of cooperation. A very senior official we were meeting, gave a gentle smile and responded,

"We are in agreement that in years to come, business and recreation will increasingly merge. We are also clear that business will only go to those countries where there are recreation options and we are focused on creating such an ecosystem". 

I saw a lot of this change pan out over the 5 years UAE was my market.

 

Dubai, however, is one place I will remember for business first. In the battery trade there are a large number of dealers from Bangladesh and market visit actually made sense. The dealers were candid and one received useful insights. Our product carried a six-month (from date of sale) warranty and to monitor misuse we implemented a settlement mechanism of 9 months from date of manufacturing with our distributors. Obviously there was a push back (as dealers wanted a clear settlement of cases within six months of sale) and I went to understand if it was actually affecting the dealer. At one counter with dis-arming frankness a dealer showed me some tally marks on the last page of a copy book. 

"I face no problems, he said". "Mostly the rich Sheiks do not bother to check on the warranty terms and if a battery fails under 9 months they simply buy a new one. I keep these discarded batteries aside and that is the top line of tally marks. Sometimes I face a sticky customer and have to provide a free replacement i.e. the bottom row of tally marks. I simply substitute one for the other as a claim. Company is happy as replacement is within agreed date code and I am happy knowing that I have played fair"! 

 

Amidst such business nuggets, one met customers from various countries. One buyer from Afghanistan, joined us for lunch at an Indian restaurant. We had ordered a biryani, which to our palate was bland with a capital B! Our buyer, however, was sweating profusely and had found the dish pungent. His story was that in his village they dressed a kid goat with some oil and salt and buried it several feet under the sand for some days. When baked to perfection, the same was largely eaten with local bread and dry fruits. 

 

I remember well the magnetic presence of the founder of  Easa Sales Al Gurg, our distributors in the UAE (and regret deeply having misplaced the photographs with him taken on the rooftop of the ESAG towers with the Dubai skyline in the background). A dynamic personality into business, politics and diplomacy, he was the Ambassador to the UK for over a decade. When he stepped down, his daughter Dr Raja Easa Sales Al Gurg picked up the reins of the business. She embraced me warmly as one of the tribe and we had an engaging conversation about women leadership.

Matching, equally, such exotic stories, one had the opportunity to sample world cuisine. You could be seriously spoilt for choice, here. 

My last trip was in 2015, after a 10-year gap, taking our cement dealers for the Annual Conference. By popular choice, the main event was at the Atlantis. The dealers were chuffed over the experience of arriving at the Atlantis in limousines. This, probably is the last few memories I carry about the UAE. As mentioned before, I changed companies thrice and, somewhere misplaced a host of photographs. In fact, my first digital camera was picked up at the Carrefour in Dubai!