Food Perfect at 12

Food Perfect at 12

The big Indian epidemic we all suffer from is called “elderitis”. We, the utmost liberal, (or so we think) have the biggest problem with adjusting to new found youth. So today my piece is about a young person I know called Srishti Dhurandar.

Srishti in Sanskrit stands for “The Universe”- in this case a twelve years old’s universe that comprises of football, golf, school, graduation dinners, outdoors, trekking, skiing and coming to India to take an auto ride and sit in a tricycle rickshaw. Going on thirteen – to be chronological about it,  in reality Srishti could easily be a mature 21 years old, with the confidence of a young lady, ready to take on the world.

Quite the cat that she is, the outward elements she misses are whiskers and a tail. Athletic and totally graceful as any athletic young lady – she has the incredible talent to be a fence sitter. One that balances with ease, a personality that can be found at home in a hard core “desi” environment, where touching feet and rising when an elder arrives, to being equally comfortable discussing weight training as an avid golfer, and outdoors lover, as well  as turning into a mistress of spices at home in New Jersey.

A nutrition class in grade 7, turns her into a  chef, who can chop, drain, sauté and flip with requisite élan of a sous chef. A well spent hour in the kitchen later, what you get is a nutritious and good looking meal which just ain’t meant to taste good but look beautiful as well.


Seriously – what are the kids made of these days? Power puff material? Oops – shouldn’t call her that anymore, my blunder!! Meet Srishti Dhurandar – the young lady from Manhattan.



TASTER & CRITIC – younger sibling Aalok
‘err i don’t think this is good enough’





So one of the advantages of just walking into a restaurant that your bestie recommended just an hour ago, is the whole business of being unassuming and un-assumed. I don’t think there is a word yet like ‘un-assumed’ but then do I look as if I care?

In which case – do allow the pictures that my new iPhone 6s took while I spoke nineteen to a dozen to the chef who was startled with me wanting to take pictures, thought I was press – not that I wasn’t pressed for time (haha) – and insisted that I try things at the table, when I requested him to deliver instead since all the prior plans had got frazzled inside my unwired head.

Kapil Ghorpade

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The Flap Jack - Classic - made fresh
The Flap Jack – Classic – made fresh
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The Place called FOODGASM
Kapil the Chef @foodgasm
Kapil the Chef @foodgasm
a welcome drink called kokum cooler

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What I couldn’t shoot was the Quinoa Chicken broccoli Biryani – that was also really well done though a bit high on chillies – but then the beauty of the place is that you’re meant to get specific without a worry if people thought you were # Sir Jack Nicholson’ from #As good as it Gets”.

You can be as demanding of Kapil as you want, he will just keep rising to the occasion. #foodgasm # bandra west #woodentables #ambience #call for food tonight #destined.