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Top five reasons to go to Mocha

  1. Great desserts - large portions (two can share a chocolate avalanche for dinner), innovative ideas (Sizzling Sundae)
  2. Comfortable setting - They restore ancient furniture so every table in Mocha is unique and everything is up for sale. My favorite blue sofa might get sold, but there's always something equally comfortable to replace it. For now, my top favorite is the table for two with a chessboard table top.
  3. They play catchy music from unknown artists
  4. Chocolate shakes. Who else will liquidize a whole bar of Toblerone and give it to you in a glass
  5. Best cottage cheese paninis in the world.
Why do they still insist their specialization is coffee?

PS: While you see Mocha outlets all over Bombay and several of them in other cities, all references to Mocha in my life are to the outlet in Juhu. Its the biggest, prettiest Mocha and I've been there so many times it feels like second home.

Comments

notyet100 said…
is mocha in delhi too?
bhags said…
well i have been to the pune outlet, and i found it real cool
Simran said…
Yes, there is a Mocha in Delhi too. I've never been there, but I think its in Greater Kailash.
Biswajit said…
well, i am still of the firm opinion that for all the fancy coffee names on their menu, the beans they use are cheaper indian blends - i tried to buy their kenya beans and they said they have only arabica. this was in pune.

also, the waiters as well as the manager (both mumbai and pune) do not have the slightest knowledge of coffee preparation. they serve the coffee in a french press, but insist that it is a machine made coffee.

and twice (not once but twice!!) the waiter at pune mocha suddenly went beserk with the french press plunger - they started plunging it in and out, thereby mixing the coffee grounds with the till now nicely settled down decoction and destroying the flavor. perhaps they thought a french press is the same as a south indian coffee filter (they are not!!)

to be honest, i do go to pune mocha, but only because their fake coffee is still somewhat better than the even more fake competitors in the city.
Simran said…
I agree. Mocha's never been about coffee. Its about the ambience and desserts
hor meri amritsar di kudiye.. ki haal ... sorry if i made any offences with the chole, but i love it and wanted to mention it , and yeah if theres something wrong in my punju plz bear.. iam learning:)
and yeah as far as mocha is concerned.. i agree it has never been for coffees.. i too love d juhu mocha and i know what u want to say when u mention d toblerone one.. it was a regular for me too... pick up any drink , shake, dessert , all r a bliss...
thanks for refreshing those memories.. a toblerone shake in mocha.. an hour spent there with the hukka smoke gazing around u ... and then have an hour long walk in the beach... to get that fresh air ... aah heavenly.. love those evenings...
and yeah the bombay especially d juhu uotlet is way better than any other outlet(bandra one is still ok), even the ones in other cities.. well pune is out of question, they dont know how to bring in d essence of a mocha...
and i guess biswajit shud clam down.. :) u were not praising their coffees either.. neither r u d food and beverages manager.. just kidding biswajit if u r reading.. dont mind...:)
Bharti Khemani said…
Hey Simran
I did pass on ur hello to my little girl. She was thrilled!
A few years ago, we visited Bombay for 3 days. Hubby n I had decided that we would completely surrender to our gluttonous instincts and eat like mad at every restaurant we could possibly cover in that short time. Mocha at Juhu was one of them. The pesto sandwich and Lindt hot chocolate were yum as was the ambiance! I think I'll be a regular at ur blog to see whats up in ur kitchen and Bombay...sigh..if only to drool. :-( Cause' everyone knows Bombay food is Bombay food.

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