Kipling Cafe was an intriguing name; I was drawn to it because it reminded me of none other then Rudyard Kipling. I had heard great reviews of the place, especially the cabanas, though pricey was a good place to hang out. Among so many other restaurants that I wanted to visit, this was also on the hit list. As much as I tried, it did not happen and I let it be. It is right opposite to the Go Karting track on the ECR and while I had a great time go-karting, food was always a different place.
I am not sure when, but I guess it was after the torrential rains that my entrepreneur friend and I met for dinner after a long time. And where do we go - Kipling Cafe! The universe was conspiring and I was oblivious to it. I was thrilled. They had made a makeshift bridge lighted up all the way upstairs around the waterlogged area and it looked fantastic in the cool evening under the gaze of the moon. She was with us all through dinner and what a lovely sight it was!
We enjoyed a lovely soup and crostinis, followed by a cream based pasta which just was a tad too much for me to handle. The guilt factor did not help. The service was very good, round the clock. Food was lovely, enhanced partly by the shining half-white moon in the grey sky.
What can I say - who doesn't love simple unexpected surprises!