If you are a fan of North Indian thaali’s, chances are Rajdhani is way up on your list. Banking on their well-established brand name, the company has now opened a sister chain called Rajdhani Street.
I visited their branch in Karama (Dubai) last weekend. The
interiors are colorfully kitsch and inviting. The walls are splashed with
color, and at one end is a retro-style Indian bicycle heaped with a pile of
A true-blue foodie would agree that the tastiest of cuisines are often hidden in the shabbiest of corners. We recently uncovered yet another hidden gem, this time in the heart of Karama (Dubai), a block or so behind West Zone Supermarket. This is Real Momos, a tiny little restaurant the size of a cafeteria you’d honk down for tea at.
The cafeteria/restaurant can be spotted a block away thanks to its bright yellow signage. The interiors are sparsely decorated, and have three small tables with makeshift chairs.
Pind Da Dhaba is a delightfully quirky little Punjabi joint located in Karama, Dubai. We were hosted by the lovely Deepti Chandak from the Jive with Deepti blog, and literally drowned ourselves in the most delicious lineup of lassis!
Lassi, the quintessentially Punjabi yoghurt smoothie, takes on a whole new lineup of unexpected avatars at Pind Da Dhaba. Served in traditional Kulhars (disposable Indian clay cups), the lassis cost a mere AED 12 each, and you really are spoilt for choice with a total of 12 innovatively different varieties.
Many a weekend, we find ourselves aimlessly driving around Dubai rediscovering favorite nooks and crannies, and often ending up eating an elaborate meal at a brand new joint.
My husband and I have a special ritual for ending these star-studded, feast-filled nights. Being avid tea drinkers, we look up late-night tea stalls. These are the tiny little shops lining major highways, or tucked inside residential pockets. The tea is ever flowing, often spiced up with cardamom, and costs a mere 1 dirham per cup. It’s the perfect, soul-warming sip for ending a gastronomic outing.
During the Christmas weekend, we found ourselves lost in the urban jungle of Karama and the kitsch twinkling of multi-coloured tealights at a roadside vendor caught our attention.