"India was not my natural place. I am not a backpacker.
I never entertained fantasies of traveling in the East.
I did not practice yoga. I was not looking for a guru.
I simply wished to spend some time with myself, and
India seemed right. I set out for one month, but India,
as India is wont, had a different plan. I arrived in the
small city of Tiruvanamalai which sits at the foot of
a holy mountain, and there I met a very, very English
man who dreamed of opening a restaurant. I fell in love
with this man and with his dream, with the place and
with its people, and I began to cook.
My kitchen migrates between the Middle East and India,
particularly Tamil Nadu, where I have lived since 2000.
For me food is, first and foremost a connection - something
we share, we speak of, we tell stories about. Cooking is an
adventure, a journey in new areas of taste, and a longing
for something that we cannot always explain.
Sometimes food allows us to express on a plate what
we cannot put into words."