I had passed by Macazzo at least a few hundred times since its inception in September 2016, but never made it inside till a few weeks back. It was partly because of the lack of meat-loving company and partly because of the wrought iron furniture that I could see through the glass door. I do not regard wrought iron furniture as very ergonomic. Nevertheless, the good reviews I had been receiving from trusted food enthusiasts, had made me decide to visit the restaurant. The opportunity came all of a sudden one evening, when an adda at Macazzo was hurriedly planned.
“দিদি, দাশ কেবিন আসছে!”
No, the restaurant couldn’t really walk. This was actually a coded communication between my sister and me.
I have been hearing about the use of quinoa (pronounced as keen-wa), as an alternative for grains, for quite some time now. I must mention here that my life-long struggle with size XL and health challenges has got me to do extensive reading on nutrition values of food. I can tell how many calories in a teaspoon of olive oil or how many grams of fat and protein in a raw egg without blinking my eyes. However, I was not keenly curious about quinoa because I avoid grains in my daily diets, i.e. I don’t eat rice and eat wheat minimally.
Sometimes you just remain blind, even though the object of your desire is right in front of your eyes. No I am not talking about the ideal life partner, though in a way it could be that too. I am talking about Hanglaatherium, the restaurant I visited for the first time a few days back. I came to know about it from Indrajit Lahiri’s post a few months back. Yes, the moha-mushkil man who makes our living mushkil with his first-rate food adventures. Next Hanglaatherium came up in Foodka’s biryani review episode. Lake Gardens is a stone’s throw away from my place. But I am too bad with locating places. So I remained unperturbed. Finally the Universe realized some intervention was required and suddenly a lunch was planned at Hanglaatherium with foodie friends.
The name of the café is…well, Café. If you are getting ready for a review of an upscale café, then it’s my duty to warn you that this café is everything that is not modern. In fact, time here didn’t advance much beyond the 70s.