One of my friends and I recently went and ate at Bistro- Flamme Bois in Sector 7, Chandigarh. It was actually by chance that we went there because the original plan was to go somewhere else, but a wrong turn by me made us cross this place. I had heard some good things about Flamme Bois and thought might as well give it a try. It was a wise decision.
Even if the food was bad (which it absolutely wasn’t) I would have still gone back because that’s how nice I felt seeing the care the hosts were giving to each diner guest. The manager (who also seemed like one of the owners) was helpful with his suggestions and made sure we enjoyed each one of the things that we ordered. For the humility and customer service, I would definitely recommend this place.
The ambience is decent. I would have preferred more natural light, but maybe that preference could be something related to me looking for nicely lit food shots. They do have a shaded outside seating, but being a really hot day we decided to sit inside.
This post on buttermilk biscuits and homemade egg mcmuffins was supposed to go live on Father’s Day. It even started with this line: “With Father’s Day today, its only apt to post this recipe.”
But as you might have noticed, it did not go live on Father’s Day and instead on a Tuesday which I generally reserve for indian food as part of my Garam Masala Tuesdays series.
It is never to late to honor the special man in our life- who is there no matter what. And I dont need a single day to make my father know how much he means to me. I have mentioned this before as well, he is one person who always goes through my posts. Reads them, comments on them and then later sometimes even talks to me about the post. And no matter how mad he is at my decisions, he is always looking out for me and supporting me the best way he can.
Growing up I was not fond of Biryani, chicken or vegetarian. I don’t know why but the only rice based dish I liked was rajma chawal. Nothing else. So I avoided biryani and the likes. Of course later things changed but my true love for biryani started on one of my trips to Goa. My brother was posted there. He still is. I know, its awesome! Everyone should have a family member in Goa. It should be the norm.
About 6 years back, my parents and I went to visit my brother and his wife and they kept talking about the Biryani from a place called Anantashram.
They make handi biryani and the biryani is served in the clay pot/ handi that they make it in. One bite and I was in love. I don’t remember how many times I ate the biryani on that trip but I had countless dreams of it when I was back, and every biryani I ate was compared to the biryani from Anantashram. Sadly, over the years their quality has gone down. On a recent trip I tried it and it was a let down. My brother and sister in law resonated my feelings, and had also told us beforehand that it might not be the same as the first time we had it.
Besides the biryani disappointment our Goa trip was a huge gastronomical success. As you can see in this post. We all came back with our clothes a little tighter. And I came back in search of a new Biryani as my yardstick.