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My Kingfisher (Calendar) Obsession

If you’ve ever been in to Kasa, you would know that we are one of the few restaurants that offer cold Kingfisher beer on tap. It may as well be India’s national beer by the amount it is consumed there. It’s a light, clean tasting, refreshing Indian lager that (surprise!) goes so well with Indian food. Customers love it and their eyes light up as they order one. I can literally see them begin to relax before they’ve even taken a sip.

I myself am somewhat obsessed by Kingfisher because they do a couple of things REALLY well:

  • Despite serious competition from foreign brands, they dominate in beer sales in India.
  • As though that weren’t enough, they operate Kingfisher Airlines. Only in India can you get away with flying a plane (a really cool one at that!) with the very same name as the alcohol you bottle.  They have the highest market share among Indian airlines and have been given a five star rating by Skytrax. (Only five other airlines have this award, including Cathay Pacific and Singapore Air.)
  • And then, last of all, they have the very very cool Kingfisher Calendar. I may not be politically correct here in enjoying this calendar but they get the absolute hottest gorgeous Indian female models, take them to beautiful exotic locations, put them in swimsuits and using their best photographers create a stunning calendar!

Getting hold of a hard copy of this calendar is very difficult here in the U.S. For now, all I have for you is the link, but Cousin Kiwi is working on getting hard copies for me from India.  I’m not entirely sure why I REALLY want one. Maybe it’s because a few of my male cousins, friends and lesbian friends would love me forever if I gifted them one, or maybe I could start a side business of selling Kingfisher calendars to other obsessed persons..  Either way, if he gets me some, we’ll have some fun contests and give them out as prizes at Kasa.

Take care and enjoy!

Anamika

My Favorite Indian Things in San Francisco

Although Indian by decent, I also consider myself British and, now after 10 years in SF,  American too.  Other than six years spent at boarding school in India, I was born and brought up in Hounslow, London.  Which may as well be Punjab, India.  I don’t lie when I say almost everyone there was Punjabi, and if not, then they’re from some other part of India.  (If you’ve seen Bend It Like Beckham, that was filmed in my town.)
There are a couple disadvantages to being raised in such a lack of diversity, such as everyone pronouncing jalapeno and tortilla exactly as they are spelled, or (on a more irritating note) people always being interested in whom you were dating and whether/when you are getting married.
However, there are some serious advantages to being submerged in everything Indian:
  • Language – it was very easy to keep alive my family’s mother tongue of Punjabi.  Practically all my friends’s parents and grandparents spoke Punjabi.
  • Threading – this is a serious advantage for Punjabi women….you can go to any corner and get your eyebrows looking fantastic within seconds!
  • Music – I witnessed some amazing fusion Indian/western music and dance.  Bally Sagoo remixes are amongst my favourite.
  • Food – I learned to make countless dishes from friends and family, and more importantly, I internalized what they were supposed to taste like.
  • Culture – I learned about the festivals and religious events celebrated in India and just the general Punjabi nature of being.  Most Friday nights there’d be a dozen dinner and dances going on, where you’d be guaranteed to get a basic chicken curry, bhangra and a punch up.
In San Francisco, I sometimes miss some of those things Indian (other than people getting into your business), but I’ve found some true gems here to satisfy that part of me:
  • Yoga Tree in the Castro is truly epic yoga.  I’m learning Sanskrit verses like never before.
  • Bibi of Bibi’s Skin Care & Threading on Fillmore Street for threading is by far the best I’ve ever had.  A true artist.  I’ve even received compliments by strangers on the street on my eyebrows.
  • Seema Shah teaches my little daughter and a bunch of other adorable 5 years olds some truly original bollywood dance moves.  She’s still building her website, so contact me if you want to reach her.
  • Stanford’s Holi Mela is the best Holi celebration outside of India.
  • El Sobrante Gurdwara is a beautiful Sikh temple in the hills north of Berkeley where you’ll find some of the most original (and free) Punjabi food in existence, as well as some peace of mind if you visit it when it’s not busy.
  • And of course I hope that Kasa Indian Eatery stands amongst the list as serving some of the most authentic home style Punjabi food.
As for dinner and dances, you’ll find those around the Bay Area but not many in the City itself.
This June 5th however, the American Indian Foundation are putting on a swanky dinner and dance gala with Kasa food, performances by Seema and her dance group and more at R-80, a very cool venue in Potrero Hill.  All proceeds go to the very noble cause of providing funds to under served children’s education in India.  You won’t find your your basic chicken curry and hopefully no punch ups, but the Kasa crew will be making kati rolls, Indian chickpea salad, Gobi Fritters, Mini Chicken Kofte and there will be lots of dancing!

Smoking Hot Camels

India is intriguing in so many ways.  One of my personal fixations with India is the way animals and people interact so closely.

Pushkar Mela, Rajasthan

India is a third of the size of the U.S. but almost four times as populated, a fact that astounds me.  It’s no wonder that wherever you look, you’ll find a sea of humanity and, given this lack of space, the animals and humans are forced to live in close proximity to each other.

They seemed to have worked out some kind of arrangement though that works for both sides.  People don’t blink an eye at the sight of stray dogs, bony cats, skinny cows, brazen monkeys, elephants, rats, peacocks and camels.

A few years ago, I took a trip to Rajasthan and haven’t quite got it out of my system.  The food was amazing,  the people were warm and the desert landscape was stunning.  If you are lucky enough to see one of the famous tigers of Ranthambore, they are magnificently regal.  And the Rajasthani women, with their vibrant-colored clothes against the starkly dry desert, are awe-inspiringly beautiful.

But the camels — the ships of the desert — stole my heart.  I think what made me fall in love with them is their graceful, friendly, loyal nature with a quiet strength and curious sense of humour.

On our travels, a camel herder tried to convince us that we should give him a cigarette because he and his camel were in desperate need of a smoke.  We busted up laughing at this most original line, but I challenged him. “Come on now, your camel doesn’t smoke.”  But I was wrong.  That camel took a coupe looooong drags on the cigarette and truly enjoyed it.  So much so that we gave him another one and filmed it:

Had I known at the time there was a whole festival devoted to camels (the Pushkar Mela), I would have definitely coordinated the dates to be there and hang out with them and the herders some more.  (I’d skip the milk though, even if it is 1/2 the fat and more nutritious than cow milk.)  At some point, I need to get back and check out this festival with it’s camel beauty pageant, camel dance performances, and camel races.

In the meantime, here are some stunning photos by an excellent photographer to remind you why this is a MUST VISIT place (for me at least).

Why We Serve Our Food On Metal Plates

After 16 months of being open, curiosity has finally gotten the better of me, and I google imaged ‘Prison Food Trays’.  The reason for this strange search, is that one too many yelp reviewers have commented that they feel like they are eating on Prison trays.  These comments have perplexed me for a while, as I have not really understood the link (thankfully having never eaten in Prison).  Now that I see the picture, I see where the connection is coming from.  Prison food is indeed served in compartmentalized trays, as is our food at Kasa.
I feel I must explain why we use these trays here at Kasa.  It is a sign of huge respect to the majority of India who eat out of these trays every single day and have done so for centuries.  Most especially the humbler economic classes.  Nowadays, of course the wealthy people tend to use porcelain plates in an attempt to mimic the west and distinguish themselves from the poor.  I also love the plates because they are extremely practical.  They never ever break and often last a household a lifetime.
Our thalis, plates and bowls are all imported (via my very interesting cousin Kiwi) from India.  I aim to be truly authentic, along with our food and serve it the way it is eaten in India for an entirely authentic experience.  I would never have guessed that it would make people feel like they were eating like prisoners, or eating in an ultra modern plate (a separate confusion).
My hope is that some of those yelpers are able to read this blog and realize (just as I have done today) that it appears that the majority of India and prisoners in the US have something in common.  They both eat out of compartmentalized trays:)  On some level, I find this discovery extremely cool.  The Thalis are a no nonsense, no frills, humble way to eat.  I’m guessing that this is the reason for the trays in prison too.  The only difference being that food outside of prison is hopefully cooked with love and care and a lot more delicious.

After 16 months of being open, curiosity finally got the better of me today and I googled ‘Prison Food Trays‘.  The reason for this strange search is that one too many yelp reviewer (5 total) has commented that they feel like they are eating on prison trays at Kasa.  These comments perplexed me for a while, as I haven’t understood the rationale (thankfully having never eaten in prison).  Post Google search, I can see where the connection is coming from.  Prison food is indeed served in compartmentalized trays, as is our food at Kasa.

Kasa Thali

Kasa Thali

Prison Tray

Prison Tray

I feel I must explain why we serve our meals on metal trays (called a ‘Thali’) here at Kasa.  We do it as an homage to the vast majority of people in India (many of humble socioeconomic status) who eat out of these trays each and every day and have done so for centuries. Nowadays, the wealthier classes in India tend to use porcelain plates in an attempt to mimic the West and distinguish themselves from the poor.  But we love the metal thalis because they are extremely durable, never break and fit our vibe of being ultra-practical.  We think they look pretty cool too…

Our thalis, plates and bowls are all imported from India with the help of my very interesting cousin Kiwi, to whom we owe many thanks as we had him searching for days on end for just the right sizes, weight, shininess, etc.

We aim to be true to the way Indians serve and eat food in their daily lives.  I would never have guessed that the plates would make people feel like they were eating like prisoners, or even eating in an ultra modern place (a separate confusion that we hear occasionally).

My hope is that some of the Yelpers commenting about prison plates are able to read this blog and realize (just as I have done today) that it appears that the majority of India and prisoners in the US have something in common.  They both eat out of compartmentalized trays  :)

On some level, I find this discovery extremely cool.  Thalis are a no-nonsense, no-frills, humble way to eat.  I’m guessing that this is the reason for the trays in prison too.  Hopefully, most of you find our actual food to be at least a cut above though…

Cousin Kiwi

Cousin Kiwi

Gujurati Thali

Gujurati Thali

South Indian Thali

South Indian Thali

North Indian Thali

North Indian Thali

Doing Justice to My Grandma’s Parathas This Saturday at Kasa

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This Saturday from 5pm onwards at Kasa, we’ll be offering a real Punjabi treat for the first time:  Aloo (potato), Keema (minced lamb) and Gobi (cauliflower) Parathas.  I’m dedicating this special to my grandma (Bari Ma), who is unfortunately suffering from the after-effects of a severe stroke.  This is the frailest I have ever seen her.
She spoiled me rotten, particularly by stuffing me with food.  She always thought I was too thin and needed to eat more. I miss those days.   :(
My absolute favourite dish she made for me from childhood through to adulthood was Aloo Paratha with a side of butter, achaar (Indian pickles) and yogurt.  On Sunday mornings when she made this at my cousin’s house, she would phone me up and tell me to hurry up and come over to eat.  I would be there in a flash, hoping to eat the first paratha off the tava, literally with a huge side of butter.  It was so damn good, I can still recall that feeling now.
Another vivid memory is going out clubbing one night and sneaking in at 4am.  Bari Ma was waiting up for me and I got caught and yelled at pretty badly, something about ruining my reputation, nobody wanting to marry a girl going out late and the psychos waiting to jump in my car and kill me.  Once she calmed down, I told her about the fun I’d had that night and that I was really hungry from all the dancing.   She had some boiled potatoes in the fridge and she made me a fresh paratha with melted butter.  I have NEVER felt more loved in my entire life than that night.
I claim that my grandma makes THE BEST parathas.  I’ve heard others make this claim but do not believe it.  The closest anyone ever came to my grandma’s was my great grandma in India.  The only reason she came close was because she made this homemade white butter that was truly fantastic.
So…this Saturday we’ll try to do justice to their parathas.  They’ll be served, of course, with a dollop of butter, achaar and yogurt.  If I can perfect the white butter between now and then, we will have white butter.  If anyone has tips on this, please let me know!
Being an only child raised a lot of the time by my Grandma, I have been heavily influenced by her.  Her quotes that she loved to use to get her point across to me will always be with me and help me remember her at her finest:  strong, cynical, practical, yet extremely loving to those she chose to love.
Bari Ma’s favourite quotes:
On sex before marriage: ‘Who needs the cow when they can have the milk for free?’
On friendship: ‘Familiarity breeds contempt.’
On clinching a marriage deal: ‘Many a slip between the cup and the lip.’
On being too fussy for marriage: ‘When she’s 20, she says Who is He? When she’s 30, she says What is He? When she’s 40, she says WHERE is he?’
On love:  ’Where did all the love go when there is no money to pay the rent?’
Anamika