On Pondicherry’s Platter
Visiting Pondicherry is like taking a bite out of the tastiest parts of Europe—spiced up to match Asian sensibilities, it’s a veritable paradise for lovers of Euro-Med-Asian fusion.
The French have left an occidental esprit behind: street names are still prefaced with Rue, the leafy avenues are lined with plenty of heritage buildings called Maison something or the other, and policemen wear red pillboxy French caps. I feel like I’m inside a Tintin comic or starring in Life of Pi (the novel, incidentally, starts with a scene at the atmospheric Indian Coffee House adjacent to the colourful Goubert Market and where one gets lovely egg dosai for Rs55).
With an economy increasingly dependent on tourism, there’s a pressing need to preserve architectural heritage. Even new constructions are built to blend in, I notice as I check into Palais de Mahé on 239 Rue de Bussy. Although its elegant rooms have all mod cons, every detail down to the wrought-iron door keys bespeaks of heritage mindedness.
The gourmet fare at the hotel’s airy roof terrace restaurant Les Alizés is close to flawless—chef N. . The kokum-marinated fish grilled in banana leaf wraps, he says, is just like it’s done in Mahé (erstwhile French colony in Kerala); the prawns in mango-coconut curry eaten with fluffy appams are sublime. But even better is his Indian-style haute cuisine, or what he calls “progressive cuisine.” Dishes to die for include the garlic-marinated medium-rare steak in a peppery sauce served alongside taro root wedges tempered with mustard seeds and a touch of chilli; I’m floored by a fennel-and-lime-crusted kingfish fillet accompanied by a Catalan paprika sauce and spicy yam; and reach nirvana when I sample grilled curry-marinated tiger prawns with traditional lemon rice and stir-fried creamy babycorn. All the gourmet dishes are about Rs600 per plate which is the best VFM ever.
Between meals, the town is perfect for a Proustian stroll to build up appetite—I turn the corner into the charming Rue Romain Rolland, named after a long-ago French winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. It is lined by a library, a theatre with an old Pathe-Cine-Familial sign still intact over the gate, and a great number of hangouts such as La Maison Rose (8 Rue Romain Rolland), a café-cum-cocktail bar in a salmon-coloured colonial mansion which also houses a cool bookshop. The lunch menu, with everything from Thai-flavoured stir-fried calamari and Japanese crispy prawns tempura, to Mediterranean hummus and tzatziki, is particularly recommendable for its mango pad thai salad (Rs380) that comes with chilli rice noodles, sprouts and greens in a sweet and sour dressing. It goes well with a pork chop-stuffed sourdough sandwich (Rs340). After the walk I reward myself with a banana lassi at the 24/7-open Le Café, housed in the former harbour office with amazing ocean views and a cool breeze.
. Xtasi Gastropub (28 Rue de Bussy) is famous for wood-fired pizzas, including vegetarian pizzas topped with aubergine and zucchini. Cocktails can also be ordered in any size, I notice as three sozzled girls at the next table down a pitcher of Bacardi. I make do with a pint and order a seafood pizza—topped with generous chunks of fish, black olives and veggies, all smothered in cheese—and while eating away I observe a girl entering in burka, walk into the restroom, come out in jeans and tank top, and order herself a beer. It’s very à la Pondicherry. A more classic selection of traditional Italian gourmet pizzas (at only Rs300) can be found at Tanto Trattoria (Auroville Main Road), worth the 10 kilometre trip out to Auroville also for its fine pastas and risottos, as well as organic ravioli. They sell their own tagliatelle coloured red with beetroot or green from spinach.
When I tire of eating, I pop into the Aurobindo ashram (Rue de la Marine) for some silent meditation, the newly opened Police Museum (4 Rue Dumas) with its collection of quaint uniforms and weapons, and the Pondicherry Museum (49 Rue Saint Louis) with a jumble of things the French left behind—foodies might be interested in the mock-up of a colonial dining room including special wine cabinets. The museum also has Roman and Chinese antiques, such as shards from first century amphorae for transporting Mediterranean wines and Sung dynasty porcelain with pale blue patterns on white glazing, attesting to the city’s ancient interest in foreign eating habits—and to think, that was thousands of years before the arrival of the French!
After a few days in the European part of town, I shift to the Tamil quarters and the charming Maison Perumal (58 Perumal Koil Street), a 130-year-old merchant’s mansion turned into a stylish boutique hotel. In its courtyards, local artists exhibit their work and the cheerful chef COUGARBABU, who spells his name with capital letters and is a born and bred Puducherrian, puts together an elaborate tasting menu of regional specialities. Entrées consist of vazhapoo vadai (fritters made of banana flowers served with a coconut dip), khuzipaniyaram (lentil stew with delicious spongy rice balls), and for mains I sample karuvepillai varutha meen—mahimahi fillets baked in coconut leaves with a sweet-and-sour sauce of jaggery, chilli and tamarind; era podi thooval (shrimp sautéed with ‘gunpowder’ mixture) and parla meen kohzambhu, which is bluefish curry—altogether taking the art of cookery to a heavenly level.