During Ramzan, offering to write about
anything but Haleem may sound unbloggerly. But, let me try.
Unduly trading on past glory
left many eateries of yore in the lurch. Trailing off and broken, some gave up.
And some, like Badshah, Aliah or Sabir, decided to stay put. Wearing the poise
of a mellowed sentinel they kept overlooking teeming streets of Calcutta treating
patrons of all shapes and sizes to vintage delicacies.
Too many signs affirmed the aptness
of the day I chose for Aliah. Curious Subhankar agreed to join in. The prospect
of anonymity, allowing access to unmanipulated fares, made us choose the hall
over a swankier first-floor. Together we ordered Aliah’s feted Arabic Haleem
with Tandoori roti. [Roti remains my favourite for being least meddlesome with
the dominant savour of a meal.] Haleem, admittedly, rides on diversity with
countless variants [setting curious food-lovers on its fleeting trail]. It is a
story that is best read slow. Aliah’s version of Arabic Haleem carried a rich, detectable
bouquet of unlike yet friendly notes – with bits of meat on bone hiding
underneath the textured gravy of pulses punctuated with broken nuts and an
unseemly yet pleasant dose of ginger. I was delighted. So, Haleem did play a notable
cameo in my play. Bubbly and perfectly toasted Tandoori rotis
fared well as trusted sides.
What came hard on heels resembled
deep oxblood splashed on an expansive white canvas – Aliah’s fabled Mutton (ish)stew
– a culinary antithesis of its colonial namesake. It caught me off-guard,
vulnerable and dazzled with a zestful blend of piquant spices adoring
flavoursome, succulent and seasoned mutton cubes dipped in an onion-rich gravy
with a mystical aftertaste. I mopped it all up till the last drop - first with roti
and then with fingers. Fine Rumalis were dearly missed though. So, what Rezala routinely
does to me at Sabir, Mutton stew did at Aliah - surprise. Truth be told. Though
I started eating for the Haleem, I kept eating for the stew.
Closing the course with
Phirni was a foregone conclusion. The dessert, appearing unusually denser and
darker, impressed with a ripe taste of measured sweetness, almost making me call
it the graver sibling of Sabir’s charming Phirni. Aliah’s bigger and deeper earthen
pot allowed more spoonfuls than Sabir’s bringing an instant childlike delight.
What a treat it was! To feast eyes on the fleeting glimpses of an unhurried yet delicious past that the likes of
Aliah offer in plenty, I promise to come back.
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