Chicken Tikka
Six pieces, tandoor-kissed, smoke still rising.
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A composition in charcoal and clay — five fires, forty covers, and forty-five years of cooking laid out on one marble pass.
The tandoor's chapter — charred tikkas, slow gravies, and the classics that have anchored our table since 1980. Bright, generous, and best eaten with bread.
Six pieces, tandoor-kissed, smoke still rising.
Kashmiri chilli honey glaze on tandoor-charred tikka. Sweet, spicy, sticky.
Six pieces, charred, bright with spices. The vegetarian anchor.
Minced, spiced, grilled on skewers. Six pieces to a plate.
Andhra gunpowder tossed with crispy Chicken 65. Crunchy, fiery, made for sharing.
Shahi red gravy, the classic. Our most-ordered main.
The classic, finished with truffle oil. Familiar dish, luxury upgrade.
Boneless tikka in red gravy.
Minced, spiced, slow-cooked.
Spicy, bold. The heat gap in our menu, filled.
Layered with charred tikka.
Essential for gravy dishes.
The royal kitchen — slow-simmered trotters, hand-pressed seekh, sealed clay handis. Cooking that has always taken its time, and always will.
Slow-simmered trotters, a Moghlai classic. Served with butter naan.
Bihar’s legendary Champaran style. Slow-cooked, hand-pressed, finished on the grill.
Red gravy, seekh kabab, the house hero. The dish that has led our table since 1980.
Awadhi korma reimagined: cashew-almond base, rose water finish, tender chicken.
Creamy, mild, boneless. The white-gravy hero.
Kashmiri classic, slow-cooked.
Slow-roasted, deeply spiced. The highest-margin mutton on the menu.
A chapter from the wok. Fried, tossed, glossed — the other room in this kitchen.
Sichuan in a Moghlai house. Noodles, chicken, a whisper of heat.
Frenched wings, fried until crisp.
Golden, crunchy, 500ml.
The southern chapter of the Americas — warm tortillas, chipotle crema, cotija, and fire. Bold, layered, and generous. Six plates, built for the middle of the table.
Loaded corn tortilla, slow-braised chipotle chicken, pink chipotle crema, cotija, torn coriander, pickled red onion, lime. Named for the blush of the plate — the dish that opens this chapter.
Three soft corn tortillas, char-grilled marinated steak, white onion, coriander, lime, salsa verde. The fire-breathed classic of Northern Mexico.
Chilli-and-achiote marinated pork, slow-turned on the spit, grilled pineapple, onion, coriander. Sweet, smoky, and the most-ordered taco in Mexico.
Rolled corn tortillas, poached chicken, tomatillo salsa verde, melted queso, crema, pickled jalapeño. Served bubbling from the oven.
Grilled sweet corn, chipotle mayonnaise, cotija, chilli powder, lime, coriander. The street-cart classic of Mexico City, plated for the table.
Griddled flour tortilla, melted Oaxaca cheese, spiced chicken, roasted poblano, served with pico de gallo and crema. Cut into six, made to share.
The southern chapter — olive oil, heirloom tomato, torn basil, cold cream. The plates that turn this table toward the Mediterranean, and the kitchen that has quietly mastered them.
Whole burrata torn over heirloom tomato, basil plucked from the roof, Sicilian olive oil, aged balsamic. The plate that leads the southern chapter — and the most generously made dish on the menu.
Vine tomatoes, torn burrata, cold-pressed oil, grilled sourdough.
Slow eggs poached in tomato and pepper, cumin, coriander. Served with warm pita.
Hummus, muhammara, labneh, olives, pickles, warm bread. Made for the middle of the table.
Griddled halloumi, wild thyme, a thread of honey, blistered flatbread.
Farro, roasted vegetables, feta, herb oil, lemon. The green thing on the table.
Citrus, cardamom, good oil, a spoon of crème fraîche.
One spoonful, well chosen. The oldest love song on the menu.
Mumbai’s oldest love song, sweetened with petals.
Something cold, poured over something slower. To close, or begin, the evening.
Ceremonial matcha poured over cold cream. Served in a coupe, stirred at the table.