From the street, the two huge glass doors look like just another restaurant in a neighbourhood full of choices. As we step inside though, something changes with a dash of style. Wooden banister and another set of swing doors lead to a French Boudoir like interiors. Dimly-lit dangling coloured chandeliers, Belgian mirrors, black buttoned leather Chesterfield sofas, a glassy mirror-imaged wall mounted bar, mother of pearl Indian flowers and peacock embellished designs and in-lay tables, all against bare brick walls — who else but a Rohit Bal would invest so much energy in the interiors. Hardly a restaurant, it is rather a showcasing of Indian ostentatious opulence, from the days of Indian Royalty to ultra-modern fashion statement. The interiors add tunes to the senses. The staff uniforms match up with black and gold embroidered bandhgalas. But the crockery and cutlery are gross mismatch — ordinary white offthe-shelf stuff mars the magic spell.
