The Leaky Cauldron (yes, named after the pub from the Harry Potter series; no, nothing like it) is one of those HKV restaurants in the back lane, it has a lovely balcony with a view of the lake, along with a sad copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on one table.
Barely a month old, this sprawling-meets-cozy space seems to have ironed out most new-restaurant hiccups, featuring a working credit card machine, informed wait-staff and a fully-functional menu.
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.