Colour and food, sand and roosters, located in the heart of the capital, this restaurant provides a break from the city smog
Words & photographs: Ambica Gulati
Remember the days of Hare Rama, Hare Krishna, when flea markets, sand shacks and beaches were the haunts of those who wanted to live a free, vagabond life? Yes, Lady Baga makes you feel that—happy, wild and carefree. The décor is colourful, vibrant and I like the stars and the crochet hangings. The colourful seating and the curtains make you feel young and passionate.
With the green rooster watching us, we browsed through the menu, trying to figure out what to order. That’s when the chef came to our rescue and we went with his choice. We were not so hungry, but thinking along the lines of a bit of starters, small main course and perhaps dessert. But the cocktails and the platters were a stomachful.
The veg platter had some cheese, cashewnuts salad, pineapple. With dips, this was actually a full meal in itself, as we had cocktails to down this with. But our conversation was long and the restaurant had offered its Wi-Fi, so the next round was a non-veg platter with more cocktails. This turned out to be a better deal for it had prawns, fish, chicken salad and more. Outside, it was sultry and humid, and the fried would have been a lot heavier in the open. But in the cool environs, it didn’t seem like a lot for we kept on chatting.
The mains were tempting but ideally we should have stopped after the starters. And we didn’t end up doing justice to the really well-made Chef’s Goan veg curry, chips and dips and vegetable risotto. I think I have to go back for these and more sea food appetizers.
No room for dessert but the gluttons wouldn’t stop—we shared a Baga Bebenca which came topped with vanilla ice cream. Arun, who manages the bar, also gave me a shot of some chocolate liqueur and I just couldn’t finish that. So, go to Lady Baga if you want to indulge, have time and generally get fed up of the capital’s rat race.