SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH MID-DAY

While this has nothing to do with the wedding, except in the way that I 've always wanted a Champagne wedding brunch in lazy winter sunshine, I must chatter away about the Mid Day 30th Anniversary Brunch I attended last Sunday.

We were unfashionably late. But it was still full of the 'whos-who" and the "movers & shakers". It was loud, noisy and crowded.
Walking through the Oberoi - Trident sucked. I kept thinking of 26/11 and even looking down towards what is now "Frangipani" and searching for the old waterfall didnt help. People died here. People died here horribly.

Can life ever go on?

Well, upstairs at the Rooftop, it did. I got dizzy from rotating my neck and people spotting! ( I love people -watching). There were Page-3s, Page-1s and even the Business Pages!!
So there was Ad world God father, Prahlad Kakkar. My mental camera took snapshots of Arjun Khanna and his wife Shefali, Atul and Vandana Kasbekar, Devika and Suresh Bhojwani who rocked the dance floor, Kahled Ansari, his dashing son Taariq, the gentil-homme Sunil Doshi, a striking Malavika Rajbans Sanghvi, Prahlad's son Anjin and his friend, a few models, Gerson da Cunha, Dolly Thakore, no bollywood stars, and a very sweet, old fashioned band playing golden oldies that had everyone grooving and jiving! Such fun to see dashing older men spin on the carpeted dance floor.

The buffet brunch was beyawesome!! Let's see... there were pancakes with 4 kinds of fillings and syrups, eggs benedict with salmon and hollaindaise, souffles, pastas, salads, breads, french cheeses, tartlets, sliced roasted salmon, the most mouth meltingly tender roast beef and I cant remember the rest of the buffet spread because for me the brunch spread began and ended with the fresh oysters. Larger than my palm, I kid you not. They were fresh, alive and every bit as memorable and sublime as every food writer has extolled, from MFK Fisher to Nigella and Tony. A dash of tabasco, a squeeze of lime and slurp it down. I fell in love. That something so utterly simple and so truly fresh and divine exists and can cause a rare and hitherto unknown sensory experience was mind-blowing. I only regret Rob and I were not sharing them on a deserted island in the South Pacific.

Mimosas and tickly glasses of champagne has effervescence coursing through me and I swear I teetered wholly drunk into my seat on the DQ back home!

Ps: I liked the 'different' custard dessert. Not creme caramel and not quite creme brulee, but somewhere wholly satisfying and in-between. Otherwise the desserts were definitely 'comme-ci-comme ca'.

Pps: I like to think RR packed quite a punch in her pure white shift.

Ppps: Now I have to make sure I am invited next year as well... hint, hint!