Biriyani-ism, a tale of Bengaluru's own biriyani
by Ajith M S
Humans love classifications, tall-short, thin-fat, fair-dark, rich-poor they say it makes it easier for them to identify and to treat them 'differently'. What is ridiculous is that they have brought these divisions into food, as vegetarian and non-vegetarian, and most interestingly, they have given character to these discriminations too, non-veg is often erased conveniently from most of the tasty food charts and food reviews even.
Quite conveniently, the MTRs and Brahmins of Banashankari gets itself into most of the must-try lists of Bangalore for their dosas and idlis while Bengaluru’s own Muddhes and Koli saru is often shunned.
Another forgotten master from this fable is Karnataka’s very own Donne Biriyani, which roughly translates into, the biriyani that is served in palm leaf cups, mostly with a mutton embellishment. Unlike every other biriyani, there are versions of donne biriyani too, and the one from Chowdeshwari Donne Biriyani center is definitely a gastronomical wonder.
This eatery lightens up a village-style ambiance with its simple yet enriched thatched wall and roof set –up. Being located at the emptiest corner of the congested Krishnarajapura, it is devoid of all the modernities and concreteness around and the seating also punctuated this ambiance perfectly, this humility however ceases at the platter.
The Donne biriyani arrived with a unique aroma resembling a one of the kind spices ensemble, truly unlike any biryani that would exist anywhere in the globe. Sarala, the owner of the place had suggested their special liver masala to be tried with the biryani, but the inviting aroma did not leave us with any space for a pause in between.
The taste was in harmony with the aroma, it did not disappoint us, it sure did melt in our mouth and as is the speciality of donne biriyani, the green chilli for spice was just about enough for a melody of tastes.
The biryani was haloed with a subtle white salad that faired very well in accompanying the biryani to our soul. And the mutton pieces were soft enough to pass off unnoticed. By the time the liver masala arrived, we were through the quarter of the donne.
The liver masala was not exciting but had a signature of its own and was promptly emptied with much attention like the biryani.
It is a must try for every soul in Bangalore who does is in need of an ethical cleansing for ignoring the rich non vegetarian treats that the state has given us.
To substantiate our claim let us state one more fact: the taste of the donne biryani survived the KR puram market and the much famed and time-freezing KR puram gridlock.
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