• According to the dictionary, Mistral is a strong cold north-westerly wind that blows through the Rhône valley and southern France towards the Mediterranean, mainly in winter. But in Princeton, it is the name of an Award winning restaurant that contemporizes American food with a unique twist.

    It’s not every day that I get to eat at an award winning restaurant. But it’s not every day that I get to eat with my daughters either .

    With both of them busy with their careers and families, dining out with them is a treat. And the lunch at Mistral was all the more special because it was the culmination of a delightful visit to the University town of Princeton by Daughter No1 .

    Our trip this September was mainly to spend quality time with Ms Papaya and her mother and to see how they’d settled down in New Jersey .

    Since Princeton was close by, going there for a quick visit was a no brainer.

    We planned to visit on a Thursday that also happened to be the weekly Farmers’ Market. The otherwise sleepy town parking lot that was almost full and the community plaza where the restaurant was located was a buzz with stalls and people basking in the sunlight , listening to a lone guitarist serenading the crowd

    After a leisurely walk around the University’s Art Gallery and the campus, we went to Mistral, an American restaurant which describes itself as

    Sophisticated, globally-inspired small plates in a serene & modern space with blond wood.

    It was well past noon when we entered the restaurant that was buzzing with diners but we easily got a place to sit .

    Since none of us were wine drinkers, we went straight for the food .

    We were rather hungry and asked for the bread basket but were told that the restaurant didn’t serve bread. We were offered a bowl of wafer thin Rye crisps with a sprinkling of Shezwan sauce . I must admit feeling disappointed seeing the wafers that looked distinctly like the crispy wheat papads ( papdya) that we serve at our weddings and festive meals!

    However that didn’t detract from the enjoyment of our first plate : The smoked cod beignets and the creamy sauce that accompanied it .

    I preferred the second plate we shard though, the Gougeres which were more like profiteroles filled with creamy cloth bound cheddar and a tinge of sweet fruity fig.

    My main dish was a healthy but hearty salad made with pork belly bits, cucumbers, watermelon, tofu and some crunchy croutons. Charred onion cream and almonds gave it yet another twist from the regular summer salads.

    Daughter No 1 decided to go American and went with the Dry Aged Brisket Burger with a salad on the side.

    Unsure of getting a veggie option Hubby Dear already had a starter with home made pasta salad ( which he ate in the car! ) but luckily Mistral offered to make the Tomato and Fig Flat bread without the fried egg. So he had a taste of Mistral’s famed food too.

    With all these delightful flavours playing around in our palates , we were reluctant to have a dessert . But being weak of will and stronger of greed ,we decided to succumb to our sweet tooth ‘The Frozen Beehive’ which the server assured us was the piece de resistance. It was a delightful combination of flavours : the sweet taste of honey, lavender ice cream and lemon curd balanced on a cake base. While the creamy marshmallow topping was divine, I was a bit taken aback by the scent of lavender which I must admit reminded me a bit of Yardley’s Lavender soap.

    But all in all, it was a great meal and I would definitely recommend it to anyone looking for a nice place to eat in Princeton.

    Apparently this is a very happening place with a vibrant bar . Reservations especially over the weekend are advisable to ensure a place at this popular restaurant .

    Bon appetit mes amis.

  • A man with a vision #WATWB

    Indian trains are a microcosm of our world and even today, especially in the crowded second class compartment of a Mumbai local you can come across beggars and vagrants who try their luck, preying on your sensibilities.

    “Ma paisa do” says a man tapping a stick . You look at him and realise that he is blind . Reluctantly you part with a coin and go about your business grateful that you at least can see . But can you really see ?

    Despite the increased awareness of blindness in India and despite several of them becoming self-sufficient and integrated into our society, many of us still have a deep rooted prejudice against the blind ( as we have against all differently abled people for that matter).

    Today I’d like to share a story that will change your perception of the blind.

    Wasn’t that an inspiring story?

    Srikanth Bolla was born blind to poor Indian parents who were actually advised to “kill” him at birth. Luckily they didn’t and today their boy has done them proud.

    Image for #WATW

    I’m participating in We are the World Blogfest where bloggers share positive acts of humanity in life, in the news, or social media on the last FRIDAY of each month.

    Thanks to the hosts for this month: Michelle Wallace , Shilpa GargAndrea MichaelsPeter NenaEmerald Barnes.

    Image for BellyBytes

    I’m taking my Alexa Rank to a new level with #MyFriendAlexa and Blogchatter

  • Apple picking in the Fall

    September marks the beginning of Fall – the time of year when the leaves begin to turn. It is also the time of year when summer crops are harvested.

    Where I come from , the leaves remain unchanged but there is a change of seasons too. The monsoons normally make a retreat and the farmers begin to prepare for harvest.

    Being a very urban dweller , I’ve only occasionally harvested chillies or tomatoes and the odd brinjal from my father’s garden. So I was very keen on an apple picking trip to Alstede Farms in New Jersey. This was to be one of Ms. Papaya’s last few outings before the winds turned chillier .

    It was an unusually hot Saturday with absolutely no cloud cover . But this didn’t seem to deter the tons of visitors that day. Luckily Alstede Farms is really big enough and there weren’t any long lines or waits for the tickets, hayrides or even the delicious hand churned ice cream at the end .

    The hayrides and produce plucking is very we’ll organised. After buying a ticket which was tagged to our wrist, we were given a carton that we could fill with whatever produce we chose – apples, peaches, pumpkins and even bell peppers and tomatoes !

    We decided to go for the hayride and see the entire farm before getting off at various spots to pick the fruit . It was a lovely drive through undulating lands with corn fields, potato patches and of course rows of fruit trees.

    After the hayride, we walked through the apple orchard and picked out the fruit. Ms Papaya was thrilled to pluck off the low hanging fruit . After we paid for what we’d picked , we grabbed some fresh hand churned ice cream and came home happy and content .

    Did you know that there are lots of apples ? The ones we got to pick were:

    • Fuji – Tiny , crunchy and super sweet

    • Gala – crisp and very sweet

    • Macoun – Firm and great for making Dutch Apple pie

    • McIntosh – Red and green skin now known universally thanks to Apple Technologies.

    We finished off with a round of the Farmers Market and a generous helping of ‘kiddie sized’ hand churned ice cream!

    Now all that’s left for me to do is to make those delicious apples into a yummy Dutch Apple Pie !

    Watch this space for more .

    I’m taking my Alexa Rank to the next level with #MyFriendAlexa and Blogchatter.

Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started