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Mocha Mojo

At one time, I was a big fan of Mocha in Juhu. Then, a couple of years back, I stopped going there. There were a multitude of reasons I don't quite remember so let's say I had a couple of bad experiences and moved to some of other options in the area. But Mocha's back in my life. In a big way. This time, I've discovered another location they built while I was frequenting multitude of coffee shops : the Mocha Mojo on Bandra's Hill Road.

Mocha Mojo preserves all the niceties that are the hallmark of the chain - the mismatched furniture, eclectic music, huge selection of coffees and nibbles. Only Mojo takes it to another level altogether. The furniture's as unique as all their other outlets; every table different from the next. But here they make kitsch an art form with red velvet covered walls, bar with geometric patterns and those swing chairs outdoors I have my eye on for the next visit.

They have all the drinks that made Mocha popular. Remember those Lindt shakes, or the drink which was a liquid Toblerone. In addition to all those, Mocha has added single origin hot chocolates. Food and service both come with a flair here. Waiters pour water out of a bottle that sports mint leaves. Lemonades come in huge bottles. And the excellent wild mushroom pasta is served in an ancient iron skillet it was cooked in.

You can obviously eat this pasta. Or have one of their paninis. But here's what I recommend : the fluffy three egg white omelette from their all day breakfast menu. It comes with crisp ciabatta toasts, tons of fries and a chive butter to die for.

I've been to Mocha Mojo thrice in two weeks but I haven't had a chance to try any of their desserts yet. I'm impressed with what I've read in the menu though; it boasts of coffee air atop the tiramisu. Then there's also some new age raw vegan stuff that I have to try. How about those swing chairs next weekend!

Comments

Keri said…
Great post.


Thanks, Keri

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Unknown said…
Love that you're exploring Bandra more. I used to go to Mocha Mojo a lot when I was in college. Loved it :)

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