The first time a friend breathlessly told me that Floyd Cardoz was setting up shop via The Bombay Canteen in Mumbai, my reaction was 'Floyd Who and The Bomb What?!'. Even at the risk of losing my 'food connoisseur' privilege card I'd confess that neither name meant much to me, but I was quick to pick up on the fever and joined in on the countdown to kickoff.
I'd add with some pride that I was the first paying customer walking in the door of TBC when they finally opened for lunch. That said, the first visit for drinks and dinner was with two of my closest med school buddies and what a fun night of food it was.
My friends kicked off with some interesting cocktails called Jhoom-jaam and Dark Monsoon that quickly got them in the mood for banter and ribbing.
After a lot of food has been had at TBC over multiple visits, one strangely magical, yet really simple dish stays with me because it makes no sense to me. Why does a half fried egg with green chutney, toast, and melted cheese go well together? No logic, whatsoever. That's the mystique of the Anda Kejriwal. Deceptively simply, but unfailingly tongue-tickling.
The double cooked tandoori pork ribs had me convinced that it would be a masaledaar desi flavored dish that would make my Mildly Spiced food-soul frown. So wrong. The ribs are long braised and then finished in the tandoor until they're like jelly on the bone and the sauce is mellow-sticky-sweet-savory...just as happiness should be.
This has me terrified of getting my lipid panel done for what I'd see when the results come in, but until then, this is a sinful food that I see and eat in my dreams at least once every night.
There are quite a few other things on the menu that don't quite wow but deliver solid satisfaction.
The seafood bhel is wholesome citrusy seafoody good fun dish to eat though a tad small in portion size.
The arbi tuk is a playful take on sev puri.
The methi arugula salad is a nice fusion salad that I've eaten and enjoyed a few times by now, and
The fried lotus stem chintu is one of the best renditions of the dish in the city. The trick's in slicing the lotus stem almost carpaccio thin!
The baba jamun is a naughty bevda take on a gulab jamun. Make a gulab jamun like a donut, pipe some pista cream in it, soak with a bit of sugary solution and then douse it with...Old Monk. Buddha Sadhu has seldom tasted this good!
And if you're a product of the 80s, then a trip to TBC will be a trip down memory lane with a lot of nostalgia trigger. Go. Go. You'll see what I mean.



