The best evenings in Mumbai end later than planned. The house takes the part nobody wants to think about — getting there, waiting, and getting everyone home — so that the table is the only thing anyone remembers.
Set down at the door, the car held close by, and there when you step out — no valet queue, no parking, and nobody at the table needing to keep a clear head for the drive home.
Mohammed Ali Road and Bhendi Bazaar, Kalbadevi's Khau Gully, the Irani cafés of the Fort, Bandra's lanes — walked, with your sarathi beside you and the car following. A guided food walk with an established walk leader, by arrangement.
Tell the house the table you have booked, or ask it to book one where the place takes bookings. The car is timed to it.
The evening ends when you say. The house's after-dark order holds for every late journey — the route agreed, the journey watched, someone you name told when you are home.
In Ramzan, the evenings on Mohammed Ali Road are wonderful and very crowded, and go on late — the car waits a little way off and your sarathi walks with you. In the monsoon, the house sets you down where there is cover. Jain, vegetarian or anything else — tell the house at booking and it is said once, before you arrive. For an anniversary or a birthday, the car can be dressed for it; for a party of friends, one car for everyone.
An evening is held by the hour — two hours at the least, four for a Command or Limousine car — so the house never asks when dinner will end.
Inside every written figure: the car, your sarathi, fuel, every toll, parking at both ends and GST. Nothing is added on the day, and no meter runs.
Reserve an eveningWhere, from what time, and roughly until when.