In Paul’s den

October 7, 2010

While the country was glued to television sets as the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony unfurled itself like a rainbow flag, we escaped the ‘curfew’ Capital and fled to Noida for a quiet dinner.

Though i can’t exactly die for a Chinese meal, we hit the Oriental Octopus in Savoy Suites just because the name and the picture of a purple Paul with a black bulbous head painted on the restaurant’s signboard fascinated us to no end.

We started off, in a literally empty eatery painted purple with a contemporary decor nothing to write home about, with noodles fried in honey-chilli sauce. It’s complimentary, and an excellent time pass (the sticky threads tested my clumsiness, though) while you leaf through the menu card.

Oriental Octopus, Noida (Sulekha.com)

For starters, we took asparagus tempura and beer. I am not a succour for things deep fried, but the lily fingers served with wasabi, vinegared ginger and garlicky soya sauce felt like comfort food. One swig of the beer — Octopus is one of the few eateries to offer the premium Kingfisher Gold — and the disappointment of being greeted by a CLOSED board outside a spa in the afternoon melted away.

By the time we started debating on the main course, the restaurant began getting more footfalls. Because am painfully gawky handling noodles at a public place and fried rice reminds me of forgettable diners at some third-grade eateries in Calcutta when i didn’t have the money or the culinary discretion, i opted for Korean mixed grill.

Asparagus tempura (Aschaf/Flickr.com)

My partner, who is willing to die a thousand times for a Chinese meal, chose fish cubes in celery flavoured oyster sauce with vegetable noodles, but ended up ordering a mixed grill, minus the prawn and chicken, thanks to my reasonless persistence.

Not that it bombed — the fish was nicely tempered with sesame seeds — so were the chicken and the prawn in my case, which, after a point of time, got a bit boring. We fell back on the black mushrooms and an assortment of boiled vegetables served with the grill to mitigate the boredom.

I won’t judge the five-spices chocolate mousse. Because by the time it was served, my palate had gone to rest after a heavy assault of everything — wasabi, honey-chilli, sesame and of course, a commendable quantity of beer. I had a tiny spoon of the mousse and it smelt of garam masala, which along with chocolate should not be bad. But that’s for another day.

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7 Responses to “In Paul’s den”

  1. Sharmi said

    Yes, yes, yes, I did miss having noodles 😦 That’s why I was catching furtive glances of the neighbouring diners who had orders noodles 🙂 The mousse was really yummy. And yes, I’m going there next time and having noodles. And I think I’m going to have noodles in every Chinese eatery I go to for the rest of my life. Without that my Chinese meal will remain incomplete 🙂

  2. netdhaba said

    @Sharmi: Ha ha ha! We will surely have noodles the next time. And I’ve suddenly realised that i’ve never tried my hand in Chinese. Hmmm…
    Thanks for the comment 🙂

  3. Garam masala in chocolate mousse? did I get that right?

    • Sharmi said

      Yes Shilpi, I smelt garam masala. The powder was lightly sprinkled on the mousse. They fancily called it Singapore five spices. But they could not fool my nose 😉

  4. netdhaba said

    @Shilpi Bose: Worth a try, though you could tell them either to sprinkle more or less of the garam masala, according to your taste.
    Thanks for the comment 🙂

  5. Garam masala in chocolate mousse, well what next? maybe our Bengali panch phoron can take over. HA, HA.

  6. netdhaba said

    @ Shilpi Bose: Panch Phoron? Why not, Ma’am? That’s, in fact, a good idea 🙂

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