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What makes for a perfect birthday dinner

Mimosas with freshly squeezed orange juice.

Crisp yet meltingly soft polenta sticks on a bed of creamy mushroom sauce.

Hearty four cheese and spinach cannelloni.

Warm chocolate tart with cherry sauce and vanilla icecream.

All sitting at a long community table set next to the bar. Named after this central feature in its decor is the Colaba newbie called "The Table".

The table is where you sit when you show up without a reservation. People with more advance planning get the regular tables upstairs. Either way, you are guaranteed great food and impressive service. Waiters know what they are selling (a rare commodity I tell you!) and the "consultant chef" is sure to stop by to check on you. The menu's short but surprises by the variety it packs in.

The Table just might be the best thing that happened to Mumbai culinary scene for a long, long time. At the very least, it made for a perfect birthday dinner!

Comments

Adele said…
Happy birthday Simran! That does sound like the best birthday dinner, I agree. What more could you want for your birthday?
Srivalli said…
Happy Birthday Simmi..that sure does sound interesting..

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