Between Calcutta, Ajmer, Bombay, Nancy and Providence, the author develops a case of incurable Restaurantitis. A humorous and moving look at the relationships formed over food and the memories of restaurants from the 1960s to now.
I've been reading a lot of memoirs lately because I'm really fascinated by the idea of peeking into the life of a person. Well, nobody knows Ruchir Joshi. Even I didn't before I discovered this book on Kindle. Google tells me that he's a food blogger and columnist at The Telegraph, with knack for film making. Restaurantitis is a humorous memoir told through the various experiences Joshi had as a child through food. He claims to have been a foodie since the beginning owing it to his growing up in Calcutta, which is majorly known for its exuisite cuisine. The title came from one of his humorous experiences where his orthodox mother told him that he is suffering from 'Restaurantitis' just because he was fond of eating out in restaurants. The book has the mention of some of Joshi's favorite restaurants as a child and the incidents that made him more keen on discovering food and the various aspects of dining out. This is a very short book and Joshi, in one of his interviews, preferred to call it an essay. The book has some pictures and posters of the places that have been mentioned and that adds positively to the book's worth. Being a foodie born in a strictly orthodox family that condemns eating out and hailing from West Bengal, I really enjoyed reading this memoir/essay as I could relate to the author on a personal level. I'd recommend this to all the foodies out there as this book holds a lot of shared experiences that we've all had in our life.
Books like these make you fall in love with the places you live or visit, giving you a new artistic perception, revealing the pride and heritages, and evoking you to see the places differently, which otherwise seem ordinary.
One such extract on Mumbai from the book.. ‘Mumbai is its streets! The streets rings out the sound of opportunity. The incessant honk is the impatient rush to grab it’
PS: The English used gave me a hard time. Must have searched meanings for around 50 words which were alien to me 😄
Though more akin to a novella than a novel, it took barely an hour to read through this wonderful book which reminded me how much restaurants have been part of my life too and hopefully would continue to remain so for a long time to come.