24 January, 2021

Vir...Nom De Epicure

Who'd be rude to India's best food writer? Even if he occasionally lands you in a rice soup.

Dinesh Khanna
Vir...Nom De Epicure
Writing about food can be hazardous to your health. Food writers have enormous waists. When you are digging into that biryani in Dum Pukht at the Maurya Sheraton in the service of your readership you cannot, in all fairness, ask the chef to hold that grease. A losing battle with the bulge, as Arthur Miller wrote in another context, comes with the territory.

Vir Sanghvi manages his girth better than the other foodie at The Hindustan Times. I bumped into him the other day when Mani Shankar Aiyer had a party to celebrate his cabinet post. (No, Amar Singh was not invited and he did not gatecrash.) Vir seemed to have actually lost weight. Admittedly, it was a bit dark in the garden and it could have been an optical illusion. I chided him for ignoring the glorious Tamil food on Serangoon Road in his recent piece on restaurant eating in Singapore. You eat better there than anywhere in Chennai.

I have been an avid reader of Vir’s weekly Rude Food column in HT since its inception. That is, until now. Two Sundays ago, to my dismay, I woke up to find that Rude Food...



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