Bon Appetit @ Asia Kitchen, Noida

In Noida, we went for dinner to a really nice restaurant called Asia Kitchen. I always saw it on my way to office. A Sunday lunch with friends persuaded me to visit the place on a Friday night with my husband and son. It was so relaxing to be there. The guests were all dressed well and having a good time.

My son loves murg malai tikka (read:me too) and so he was fiddling with it when I took my camera and clicked. I love eating without these tools and instruments. I, like most South Indians, find it so difficult to savor food using such metallic tools. However, my son is very particular about eating with them and never likes to use his fingers. He finds it very unclean. I'm trying to convince him its not such a bad thing but he doesn't take my hints too seriously.

Anyway, here is a pic of Adi fiddling with the yummy tikka.

As you can see, we ordered more of it for ourselves:)

So next time you find 'Murg Malai Tikka' on your menu, remember to order them and enjoy them without the tools. Bon Appetit!

Comments

Rebecca said…

Thank you SO much for your extremely encouraging comments you left on my blog. I've re-read them several times :) You really helped lift my self esteem, which recently took a beating after my breakup.

August 7, 2009 at 11:54 PM

Swapna Raghu Sanand said…

Hey Rebecca,

Thanks for your kind words. I am happy that I could help you feel good about yourself and I truly said it from my heart. All the best. I'm sure you will come out of that heartache coz lots of people like me are praying and cheering you. Take care.

August 12, 2009 at 2:32 PM

Anonymous said…

The website for this restaurant is www.theasiakitchen.com
They have amazing packages to offer!

March 14, 2011 at 12:51 AM

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