I get sad about my father at the strangest times, but the most I miss him is when I experience something beautiful to eat. My dad had a passion for food and everything he ate was an experience. Greggie has the same nature and today that very passion was mingle with my father’s favourite food and I had one of the most special times with food that I have had in a long time.
Greggie has a special way of choosing restaurants and this one is a neighbourhood one that he has wanted to support with his new found love for Indian food. We nearly missed the chance because our precious friend, Sportsy, isn’t as into Indian but Greggie was kinda determined that this was how we would be spending o ur Sunday afternoon.
Secretly, I wasn’t thrilled because it happens to be the restaurant above the restaurant that my ex of like 10 years ago owns. Some things you just never quite let go of … ok, not you … me!
Thava is the place Greggie, Sportsy and myself ended up spending nearly the whole of Sunday. Ok, Sportsy is nerdy and went to do some work, but Greggie and I chilled and ate and ate and ate.
When 4 and a half hours pass and you’ve felt completely at home, been perfectly attended to by the most charming waiter on the planet (Thanks Blaze) and had your meal personally recommended to you by the owner … now that’s a place I want to brag about.
There’s another reason why Thava was such a special experience for me. My dad would have loved it. At times I fell all silent and thought about his absolute love for Indian food. I munched on the complimentary pompodums that kept on arriving at the table and smiled at happy memories. My dad was a sucker for hospitable restaurant owners and I imagined that before the meal was through an owner and a waiter or two would have pulled up a chair and listened to a few of the stories that I spent my life hearing over again.
There is something magical about Indian food. Something about the aroma and burst of flavours whether it’s a prawn fried in sesame seeds, butter chicken, roti or vermacelli pudding. Ok … that’s only some of what I ate, but with each mouthful I had a million reasons to smile. Great company, special memories, perfect setting and pure indulgence. I don’t do indulgence without guilt and Greggie has given me the great gift of appreciating perfect moments like today.
That’s what ‘project me’ is all about today … mixing memories and food. I’m battling a bit with food of late and know that ‘project me’ is going to be about forming a new relationship with it, without being goal orientated and losing any of the fun. I’m also battling with memories and am only now realising just how much I am like my dad. Neither of those are a bad thing … they are just new. Where better to have these realisations that the only place my I would have wished for a moment to be with my dad for a while.
Before I left the restaurant I told the owners and the super charming waiter, Blaze, that I would be blogging about them, but I didn’t get to tell them why. I didn’t get to say that I had revelations sitting in their restaurant. That my father taught me about good Indian food and that theirs was beyond great. That my father taught me about the joy of talking to strangers so that they felt like friends in an instant and that the restaurant felt like home before very long. That my dad taught me how to be bold with food and that I was surrounded by boldness.
Most of all, my father taught me that when you have an amazing food experience … you talk about it. You talk and talk until you have convinced everyone around you that their lives won’t be the same if they don’t have that experience.
My wish is that if anyone is in or around the Norwood area that you share the Thava experience and step into my world for a while and all that my dad taught me about living life to the fullest … yep, it pretty much weighed on a damn good Indian restaurant.
You would have been proud of my find daddy …