Eurasia (aka Italy)

Today, we went to Eurasia, a restaurant that serves European food. (For the record, though, when Indians think of European cuisine, they’re actually thinking of Italian cuisine. Sorry shepard’s pie and baguettes and Nutella and ajvar; you’re all not actually European. So this restaurant should have really been called Italy. Or maybe Itasia?)

Anyway, the point is we went to a restaurant that serves food made with tons of cheese and marinara sauce. YES!

When we go to restaurants, the task of ordering food and talking to the waiters falls largely on me – mainly because they don’t really know what the items on the menu are – and my uncle will eat just about anything anyway – but also because my grandmother has mini heart attacks when she sees the price list, and she inevitably spends the rest of the meal telling us how she could make the exact same thing for less than 20 rupees.

Anyway, after much deliberation, we finally ordered a spring onion soup, a pizza with capsicum, corn, tomatoes, and onions, and a plate of vegetable lasagna.

The soup was okay; it was basically a broth with chopped onions. (And the ‘croutons’ were literally slices of fresh bread. I don’t think they quite understand what croutons are, haha.) The lasagna was also pretty good. The pasta was cooked al dente, the sauce was unremarkable but not bad, and the vegetables, while odd – think green beans, carrots, and capsicum – were good.

The pizza was incredible.

The crust was paper thin and flaky, the cheese was melty, the vegetables were fresh, and the pizza sauce had a kick of Indian masala. Hands down the best pizza I’ve eaten in quite some time.

My grandmother, on the other hand, thought they’d just slapped a few vegetables and lots of cheese onto a crispy chapatti. She proceeded to spend the rest of the meal telling us that she would make proper pizza with a thick base, lots of Kissan tomato sauce, heaps of vegetables and barely any cheese – good for health! (I think she’s missed the point of pizza, haha)

Anyway, Eurasia was good. Again, I could definitely make this food ten times better and ten times cheaper (snaps, I’m starting to sound like my grandmother) but the pizza was definitely worth the entire experience.

T-minus 4 days until I can eat real Italian food! (And by real, I mean American.)

-July 27th