My earliest memories of tamarind are as a teenager, sitting on top of a bus in South India, plucking the fruit from the tree overhead with my classmates and friends. Ah, those were the days, footloose and fancy-free for the most part, but there we were, plucking the hard brown fruit, snapping them open and sucking on the sweet and sour flesh and spitting the seeds out (or at each other). Ever since then, and being a good Indian, I’ve loved tamarind in all its forms.
Tamarind, London
L’Arpege, Paris
Ah Paris, a city rich with history and culture, home to the Eiffel tower, one of the world’s most recognizable and famous landmarks and the Louvre, the world’s largest single museum that has 16km of galleries including the wealthy Mona Lisa, worth a staggering £700 million. The city of lovers, the city of poets and writers, of artists and philosophers and once upon a time, the culinary capital of the Western world – the crowning glory in French gastronomy, ruling the guides with 18 restaurants given 3 Michelin stars and an army of 2 and 1 stars. Paris with its seductive charm and reckless traffic is a foodie paradise. Whilst it may not be as culturally diverse in its offerings as London, there is no shortage of fine dining, with some restaurants taking it a step further into opulent dining.
