For my last full day in Delhi and India, I spent an hour walking around Connaught Place.
The park in the middle of the big traffic/shopping circle is closed on Mondays, as were many other attractions.
I returned to the guest house where I splurged, hiring an air-conditioned car for the afternoon.
Upon arrival in Delhi, I had Google'd “best restaurant in Delhi,” and all links pointed to Bukhara.
A European food magazine listed it as one of the world's top 50 restaurants, and the best in Asia, in 2007.
The likes of Bill Clinton and Vladimir Putin dined there, and it was also listed in the book, “1,000 Places To See Before You Die.”
Such a pedigree meant it was ripe for my visitation!
I was greeted outside the hotel by a traditionally dressed, well-mustached Indian man.
Upon entering the lobby, I noticed the beautiful ceiling mural, cool temperature, and amazing smell in the seating area.
As I was ushered to the restaurant, I could see a big pool and well-manicured garden.
The restaurant itself was immaculate, with a glass-enclosed kitchen so you could see the chefs at work.
There were a few other customers, though it felt like I had the place to myself.
Chapati with a green sauce and spiced onions were delivered as complimentary appetizers, along with my mineral water.
The copper water cups were cool. I ordered:
- Murgh Malai Kabab, a creamy kabab of boneless chicken blended with cream cheese, malt vinegar, green chili, and coriander, grilled in the Tandoor oven
- Mixed Raita (yogurt) with cucumber
- Onion Kulcha, spicy cooked onion sandwiched between two pieces of naan-like bread
- Bombay Sapphire gin and tonic, my favorite cocktail
All of the food was delicious. The chicken was the best I've had in months. I could barely finish it all.
The cloth napkins were mini-aprons, giving plenty of surface area for wiping my hands, given that the eating was done by hand.
The service was fantastic, and the ambiance was serene.
Going into the experience, I knew the price range, and there was no disappointment in this respect.
My lunch cost about $60, excluding the tip.
The funny thing was I was no more satiated after the meal than lots of other Indian dishes I enjoyed over the preceding seven weeks.
It reminded me I could be as delighted with a $2 malai kofta (potato/cheese dumpling in gravy) on the rooftop of humble Carpe Diem in McLeod Ganj as a fancy restaurant in a 5-star hotel.