NOTHING, IN recent months, has ever, ever besieged my taste buds with an army of delightful flavors as the Kiyan has done. This fortress of culinary awesomeness at the Dusit Devarani in Delhi is on top of the hill, literally.
I had lunch at the global cuisine restaurant while attending a strategy meeting with the rest of my colleagues at Biba Apparels. The fare was wicked, as indelible to my mind as it is to my palate. Without remorse, I thwacked four shameless heaps of those fresh salads—artichokes, feta, spinach, arugulas, slivers of honeyed greenery—before I could even attack the main course. The beef and poultry are dressed in so many saucy, sassy colors, it was a bit painful to disarrange them on the serving plate!
The noontime assault on this restaurant's remarkable fare is impossible to resist and impossible to not do again. This is certainly one of India’s finest.