The dessert of the day was an unimaginative brownie that came covered in a sticky, coagulating chocolate sauce and the saddest sprinkling of nuts we’ve ever seen.
Over The Top, we decide, despite its pretty patio and smashing drinks, isn’t worth a second visit.
Iron Curtain has a private screening room with fifteen red Innova seats.
Th 1970s Café is yet another Italian joint, up yet another long flight of stairs in The Village.
All is not terrible at Ardor, the fries here are perfect—crunchy and well-salted, and our Bloody Mary had an interesting salt and sugar rim.
Revv Café is currently little more than two floors of desolate space within a bustling market.
Garage Inc. is pleasingly large, with industrially-inspired interiors, tires on the walls and an open kitchen.
Dhruv Gupta's is not just another food tour of the Old Delhi but a sampling of her most delicious secrets.
The signs outside this two-week old restaurant feature lively graphics and announce Rice of the Day, more common at a French café than a South Indian joint.
Anidra is a slick, sprawling, schizophrenic space: the décor here is confused, with a section that looks like a college bar.
Little Yellow Box, is a new home bakery based in Dwarka.
Dzukoü felt like a new friend’s flat, who had just cooked for us on their terrace, the climb was worth it.