NOT SO LONG AGO we were wondering to ourselves: “What might have happened if a young Irani had set up a café in a Godown (warehouse) behind Bombay’s Victoria Terminus, C. 1928?”
Soon after we began to ponder the question, we found ourselves traveling back and forth between Bombay and London, buried deep in archives, lost in obscure back streets, asking directions to forgotten old buildings and blowing the dust off old books.
Several months of building work followed. Many weeks of training new Dishoom-wallas. And eventually, we had the answer. Our big shed had become a living breathing restaurant.
This little stop-motion video documents some of that. Certainly, it made us smile!
Dishoom King’s Cross opened on 20th November.
We are now taking reservations for tables of any size before 6pm, and tables of 6-11 people from 6pm. (Larger groups will be able to visit us from 8th December.)
Of course, we are still accepting walk-in guests at any time. (Currently it’s all rather peaceful, so do pop down and enjoy the lovely relaxed atmosphere whenever you wish!)
We will be totally delighted to see you there!
These are the last few days, the dregs of 2019. It’s my habit to sit here in the Permit Room at this time. I am the be-stubbled and dishevelled regular, cherishing his precious drink at the end of the bar. Weary, I sit here pondering the year, attempting to figure out what it was trying to teach me. What wisdom can I glean from it?
I love to truly understand and appreciate the origins of a dish, and learn how communities have adapted a recipe over time to make that dish unique to them.
We have arrived at a very sad, but inevitable and clear choice. As of now, all Dishooms are now closed to diners.
BOMBAY, 1949. A sultry June evening. Lights glow golden. Candles flicker in the warm breeze that arrives gently through the large open windows of the café.