Coffee and Biscuits Udipi Style. Swagath Refreshments, Fort




MumbaiCentral, the lawyer who tweets, and I share a common passion for food. We both work at Fort right now. We caught up for lunch at Modern Lunch Home a few days back. The first of many I both hope. Turned out that she is quite an encyclopedia on food. One of the things that she told me about was something called Biscuit Ambade at Swagath. Swagath is an Udipi restaurant in one of the by lanes of Fort. She told me that Biscuit Ambade was similar to a 'Bonda'. As a Philistinic Bengali I had no idea what she was talking of. I had a vague idea that Bondas were large deep fried ball- like fritters. Stuffed with potatoes. She also told me that these are fried at 4.30 PM and get over soon after that. On asking, MumbaiCentral assured me that Biscuit Almade wasn't related to Suresh Kalmadi!

 
I was intrigued and went in search of biscuit ambades the very evening Mumbai Central told me about them. Swagath was a typical Udipi restaurant. Simple, functional furniture. Clean. Tables constantly mopped. Not smelly at all. Clientele consisted of office goers eating with serious yet content faces. Gearing up for the long train ride home. It was a busy place. Efficient waiters turning the tables quickly with a hawk eye on customers. No fuss. No mess. Satisfaction guaranteed. Time was at such a premium that the guy at the counter hardly had time to talk to me. Over a couple of visits I learnt that the restaurant was about twenty to thirty years old, opened sometime in the seventies and that it was an Udipi joint. That's it. No friendly garrulous Irani cafe owners here.








The waiter told me that there were biscuit ambades but that they were cold. It was close to 7 PM after all. I ordered a Mysore Sada Dosa. The dosa arrived. Didn't look unusual.



I bit into it and sunk into its velvet spell. This was a celestial dosa with a slight crunch in the base and a very soft and soulful surface above that. The red masala was quite erudite. A distinguished taste. The sort of dosa which makes you want to eat, pray AND love. Believe me, it takes a lot for a non vegetarian Bengali such as me, to sing paeans for a dosa. The dosa at Rs 23 (half a USD) cost half of what the dosas at Shiv Sagar Bandra do. Tasted thrice as good.



I next went there at 6.30 PM. This time the biscuit ambades weren't even cold. They were over! I ordered an Ulundu Dosa which I was told was made with udad daal and rice batter (as Miri told me). The waiter got the dosa. I looked at it and said that it was an uthapam. The waiter smiled and said that it different.

He was right. It did taste different. Sightly sour. Slightly crunchy with a soft heart. my taste buds danced in joy. Once again I was delightfully surprised.



Next time I went some mates from work at around 6 PM. Biscuit ambade was over. We went to Yazdani Bakery and had a rollicking time there.


I was ravenous when I returned to Fort after my trip to Calcutta. I went to Ideal Corner and had a chilli chicken and fried rice which somewhat satiated me. I was hungry again in a couple of hours. I went down to Swagath. 





It was 5.30 PM. Wonder of wonders. Biscuit Amabde was there. The urban legend did exist. What seemed as improbable as a Rajnikanth stunt was now laid in front of me.



I was unfortunately underwhelmed. Perhaps my expectations were too high. Plus they were served cold. As MumbaiCentral told me earlier, they were fried an hour back. It was evidently a popular snack. I saw others order it too. To me they tasted like cold medu vadas in a different shape. Definitely didn't inspire the sort of awe that the fresh and piping hot mysore sada dosa and ulundu dosa had inspired. It was a rather average experience. I guess I need to come back at 4.30 PM someday and have them off the frying pan. This time with MumbaiCentral.



I had ordered a filter coffee too as I had got into a full South Indian Malgudi Days mood. Well, Swami and his friends didn't seem to be there. And I begun to regret my decision. The milky coffee in a glass, possibly sugar laden, didn't seem to be a good idea. I, after all, am a black coffee with a spot of milk and a dash of sugar person. I was sure I would be disappointed.

I took a tentative sip. I woke up with a jolt as the coffee hurtled through my system. This was serious, grown up stuff. Very strong. Very firm. Very deep. I could almost hear Amitabh Bachchan's baritone from the seventies in the background as I gleefully lapped up the coffee. I was sold. This was one of the most delightful coffees that I have had in ages. For all of thirteen Rupees ( not even worth converting into USD). I went back to work refreshed, rejuvenated, recharged. A coffee break of just about twenty minutes in case anyone from work is reading this.



I am sure you know where I will be the next time I need a sun downer at Fort.

18/9/2010 Update: I now have my regular table at Swagath. I go there for filter coffee and dosa before I head home. Today I showed a copy of this blog post to Chandru (arm on the shoulder of the cashier with the striped shirt) who normally waits on my table. He got very excited and showed it to his friends. The look of glee on their faces was one of the most memorable moments of blogging for me. The ones who had not been photographed for the post  wanted to get photographed this time.


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