Saturday Lunch at Cafe Zoe
Gradually our Sunday lunches died out as do many family traditions – largely because of school commitments and finally because the birds flew the coop. With Saturday soon becoming a day for catching up on odd jobs, we developed a different routine – bank work, art gallery hopping and then a quiet lunch at one or the other club. However, today I decided that I’ve had enough of clubs and tentatively suggested a change of scene – tentative because very often my dining suggestions turn up dud. This is because Hubby Dear is a creature of habit and is totally unwilling to experiment. But since I had been to Cafe Zoe earlier, I thought I’d be able to swing it this time……………
So after our usual errands ( skipping the art gallery ) we made our way to Lower Parel. The heart of the city which is changing by the minute is a warren of small roads with cars going both ways through a street meant for just one, and a hodge podge of broken down mills now converted into office space and fancy eating joints. Cafe Zoe is one of those.
Despite being the newest kid on the block ( Mathurdas Compound has three eateries) it has attained notoriety by recently being visited by Inspector Dhoble the Bogie Man of the Nocturnal Bipeds of Mumbai.(party animalis) As late as last week his nightly visit made hundreds of people run out of the cafe in fear while Dhoble just said that he was doing his job…..checking to see if the number of people was in keeping with the statutory requirement.
This afternoon there was a menacing cop van with a piddly cop waving his outdated AK47 ( or whatever) which we found was the security accompanying the diplomats who were dining inside the cafe. So we went in and were told that since we didn’t have a reservation, we’d have to sit upstairs which we did. Though there were enough waiters running around, the service here is laid back to the point of being indifferent but the ambience and buzz more than made up for this. Our DIY greek salad was good, the bread basket ok, the Beef Steak overdone and chewy . At one time I almost had a Peter Seller’s moment while cutting the steak and imagined it flying off to the next table; luckily it held. The Creme Brulee which came highly recommended was runny and ok. but luckily Hubby Dear enjoyed his tomato based fettucine . I could see what really won his taste buds were the double fried crisp fries with a yummy Cajun Mayo sauce to dip into.
Over all I’d say the dining experience was ok. The ambiance was great and the place lively with a happy and happening buzz. But considering how tense I get recommending a place and wondering whether or not it will live up to expectations, I’d rather go to the club. As Hubby dear says Good or bad it is consistent and you don’t get much of a surprise.
A meal for the two of us with absolutely no alcohol or soda ( just a bottle of bottled water) a veg salad, a veg main dish, a non veg main dish, a serving of fries and a dessert set us back all of Rs. 1800. Would you say this is worth it? Check out for yourself.
As for me, I am waiting for Anna Shetty to return next month so that we can go to this place ourselves to check it out once more and give Cafe Zoe the final verdict.