It is a baking hot day in early August, not too long ago. An old Irani and his granddaughter sit in the shade of his café. The granddaughter turns to her elder, and asks him an unusual question….
Rema emailed us out of the blue recently and we were incredibly touched by her words. She then tweaked her email into the blog post below.
Holi’s great, isn’t it? Cast your sins into the fire. Throw colours with random strangers, and random abandon. Laugh freely and joyously. Dance. Laugh again. Enjoy how surreal it is. Enjoy how magical it feels. And you HAVE to watch our video. It was awesome.
I’m obviously turning into a predictable and sad old git. About this time every year I do the exact same thing. I sit in the Permit Room, a Viceroy’s Old Fashioned at my elbow, and think about the year gone by.
Drink chai, smash cup, make great design.
This week at Dishoom Shoreditch, we’re hosting a ‘cabinet of curiosity’ curated by This is Provenance as part of the London Design Festival.
Eid al-Fitr is welcomed with great joy after a month of austerity. Every family has its own traditions and specialities, treasured recipes handed down through the generations.
It is a summer afternoon, unusually sunny; hot, humid and expectant, like Bombay just before the monsoon. Outside Dishoom Shoreditch, on the Verandah, the serious business of lounging is in progress.
Bombay’s beautiful Irani Cafés have been fading into memory for years. All who know them nurture treasured stories of them. But once the cafés are gone, the memories will fade. So, we asked people to give us their stories – and then we literally baked them onto our plates.