NIGHT OUT | NEW YORK SLICE + ELMA'S TEA ROOM

Truth be told, I am a serious homebody. Give me my bed, a movie and some popcorn and I’m all set for the night. So sometimes I really need to make an effort to get dressed and head out. And that’s why last Saturday I decided to kick this habit to the curb and paint the proverbial town red.

I wanted a serious change from the over-expensive Delhi restaurants dispersed all over the city. A decent dinner here will empty my pockets leaving me munching on magi for the rest of the week. Nope. Not happening.

Hours of online research landed us up in a tiny little place called New York Slice in Hauz Khas Village. Seriously, the place was completely empty the whole time we were there. The restaurant is a New York style pizzeria and offers great meal combos for two. The combo we choose gave us 2 giant slices of pizza, a basket of garlic knots and 2 cokes. The garlic knots were nicer than I thought, doused in oil and exceptionally aromatic. And, the New-York-style pizza slices were fresh and filling. I wondered why more people didn't saunter through this eatery to grab a slice before the endless partying.

Next stop. Dessert. We ended up at Elma’s Bakery housed a few steps ahead. I had heard about this place from one to many and wanted to see what the entire rave was about. First off, the quaint tea room is beautiful. Every second I was there, I wished that Elma’s would magically morph into my house. Dressed in drapes and lit by candles, it was beyond charming. We ordered a slice of (what I think was called) moist chocolate cake and a small chocolate tart. The first bite was decadent and so were the second and the third, after which the chocolate becomes a bit overbearing. I would go there again, however, to try out their other delicious sounding foods.

So this was my Saturday night out about in town. I would love recommendations of good restaurants to eat at!

Till next time...

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