On our last recce of the Village we happened by a whole van of cloche-covered frozen treats and a thin Italian man offering freshly made “real Italian gelato” samples.
Like many of its neighbors, it is distressingly ad-hoc and fly-by-the-seat-of your-pan, with no credit card machine, a clueless wait staff, a long climb and of course, a theme.
There he was, walking hand-in-hand with us, when we stumbled upon an old bungalow in Hauz-i-Rani, which turned out to be a new Pakistani restaurant, Lahori Shah.
Launched a couple of weeks ago, Rose Café (not to be confused with the Rose B&B in Hauz Khas Village), is run by Sarita Ahuja, a self-described “full time mum” who buzzed around our table urging us to eat some more, pointing out dishes that her kids love the most.
A Delhi-based group that strives to encourage the dalliance between beer-lovers and their brew.
All in all, Dum Affairs holds a lot of promise, with its interesting food and talk of evolution.
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.