Charmingly sited by a sprawling waterbody, Café Ekante did only disappoint when rated solely on its fare. A disfavour grew steadily over a curated spread I was invited to a week ago.
The appetizers didn't appetize! And, the mains were relatively as ordinary.
The appetizers didn't appetize! And, the mains were relatively as ordinary.
Doi Moshlar Makha Makhi – juiceless kebabs made with curd, cheese and Jeera hit with an irksome tartness. The mix miscarried I presume. Kalnar Bharwan Aalu - potatoes filled with dry-fruits lacked taste and drama. Dhaka’s famous Gilafi Seekh Kababs shined texturally but lost on flavour. Rashid Miyanar Boti Kabab – the saving grace, delighted with well-pounded mutton temperately seasoned with spices and garlic. Gulnar Jalpari – marinated jumbo prawns slow-cooked in ‘dum’, fared well in both taste and savour. The Bhetki in Achari Fish Tikka was well past its cookable prime, ill-chosen. Chefs, be alert!
Overcooked Kosha Mangsho, tasting rudely bitter, repulsed. Fulkopir Roast was poised and likable. Chingri Malai Curry – with excessively thin gravy and prawns of varying freshness, smacked of culinary insincerity. Kasundi diye Kasha Murgi’s fall from grace was steep and short, with scarcely marinated chickens dunked in a confused gravy. Bashonti Polao’s rice proved lesser than what it deserved to shine. I liked the baked Roshogolla. Bhapa-sandesh tasted too dull to be loved.
Besides wishing the best, I see Café Ekante, with apt counsel, soon coming off as a coveted restaurant of a resurging Kolkata.
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