Goodbye 2010. Hello 2011.

2010 was the year we said hello to the newly coalescing Head Boys, Cameron and Clegg. We said goodbye to a tired looking, bags-under-his-eyes Mr. Brown. We had an earthquake in Haiti, the shadow of a large Icelandic ash cloud covering Western Europe and terrible floods in Pakistan. Big Brother ended and little brother, Ed Miliband began (is there a third brother, a Joker called Steve?) The Chilean miners left their mine and Billy Windsor asked Cathy to tie the knot (bless them!). The Mad boys loved Joan(’s curves), and the Mad girls swooned over Don. It was the year of Wagner (who may or may not recognise a Valkyrie if it rode on him), the year of the very social Mr. Zuckerberg, the year of the leaky (allegedly doubly so) Mr. Assange, and the year of Twitter.

Back in the homeland, it was the year of the Delhi Commonwealth Games (with a just a touch of masala eggs on faces) and the year of IPL sleaze. We got to know the charming young Mr. Rahul Gandhi a bit better and India maintained speed in its one-way, headlong rush to modernity. Bombay become ever more frenetic. Economic progress and political scandal continued to be cheerfully energetic bed-fellows.

We said hello to some new favourite places. There was Koya in Soho and Caravan in Exmouth Market (February seems an age ago, doesn’t it?) We loved Les Deux Salons and lusted Hawksmoor Seven Dials. Kopapa earned our affections too (thank you to the great Mr. Gordon), just in the last two weeks. We were proud to be living in London.

2010 was also the year that we finally expressed our affection for the disappearing Irani Cafés, and tried to bring their Bombay café culture to London. We began striving to serve you a proper cup of Chai in Covent Garden (Cognac optional…!). We created a Berry Biryani in homage to the good Mr. Kohinoor of Britannia Café, grills like those at Bademiya and Pau Bhaji (which might remind you of the stuff on Chowpatty Beach). It was the year we made many friends on Facebook and Twitter, and many more within our four(ish) walls. It was the year many of you became loyal Dishoom-wallas – a sincere and heartfelt thank you!

We’re truly grateful to Mr. Dimond over at Time Out for four shiny stars even though he pointed out that our Biryani was coming out a bit dry. In fact, we were aghast at his feedback, and very earnestly convened a series of tastings and audits until it was properly moist again. It was a pleasure to transport him back to Bombay and make his top 3 openings of 2010. And we appreciate him coming back and noticing the improvements we kept making to the food.

To Ms Williams, Ms O’Loughlin and Ms Maschler of The Telegraph, The Metro and The Evening Standard, we say a gushy thank you for your praise. In fact, we’d never seen the word ‘gawjuss’ spelt that way until we saw Ms. O’Loughlin’s description of our bacon naan roll. We were very emotional the morning we read that. To the good Mr. Rayner of the Observer, we say thank you too (especially for saying our lamb chops were ‘very good indeed’), and we’d love to have you back. We were humbled by the awards granted to us by the London Restaurant Festival and by Restaurant Magazine, and by being a runner-up in the Time Out design category. And to the many food bloggers who risked their stomachs and their wallets, we’re grateful you came. You said so many nice things – and even when you occasionally didn’t, it was really useful. We read every single word.

We also have to say that our team this year have been stars. You all have big hearts and a lot of patience and put up with us very sweetly. Thank you!

Finally, of course, nothing happens without the unflinching support of our families. Your love is critical to anything we do, and is all the more appreciated given our exaggerated focus on chai and Pau Bhaji this year.

And why the picture of our Ganesh above this post? Well, he’s the deity we invoke whenever we start something new or if we’d like to have oncoming obstacles diminished.

Goodbye 2010. Hello 2011. May Ganeshji make all of your new beginnings great and your obstacles a little smaller!

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Diwali at Dishoom is back!

This year, on Thursday 20th October, we will celebrate the festival of light at Studio Spaces in Wapping. A night-time affair filled with poetry, live music and bespoke dance performances curated in partnership with our good friend Sweety Kapoor.

The Dishoom Canary Wharf story – Chapter one

Tuesday 12th April – 1973, BOMBAY. It is almost light outside. It must be about six. He’s been awake half the night trying to figure out what to do. Lying on his bed, he stares through the rotating blades of the ceiling fan which only serve to stir the close warm air of his room. He needs to think – he’s running out of time. But his eyes feel salted and his head throbs.

Soumik Datta: The Dishoom Interview

In August, we held a series of events to commemorate 75 Years of Indian Independence and the creation of Pakistan. Before the events took place, we were delighted to sit down with Soumik, a super-talented musician, composer and sarod player, who composed the musical score to accompany the 75 Years series. It was a real pleasure to discuss music, identity and inclusivity, amongst many other topics. We invite you to read on to learn more about how he created such a joyous atmosphere at our events.

An all-new café, coming soon

With greatest delight, we are beyond excited to share that this November we’ll be opening the doors to the brand-new, most fine and gorgeous Dishoom Canary Wharf! Our newest home, nestled in a little corner of Wood Wharf, will bring to life the glittering-shimmering, big-business, metropolitan scene of ‘70s Bombay. When fortunes were made and lost, swindles plotted and uncovered, and dreams were dreamed and broken.