For someone who partakes of Oriental flavours once, or perhaps, generous-spiritedly twice a year, my recent seduction by all flavours Thai is a result of the fine Pan-Asian aromas wafting high from a very-new-kid-on-the block. Whenever a new eatery is presented to the world with a wide flourish, a deeply embedded sceptic in me waits a good year before giving it a thumbs up. Historically, some of them don’t even last that long.
But the August Moon is definitely here to stay. Located in Greater
Kailash, it has a tiny indoor seating that spills over into a large atrium as well as a shared al fresco arrangement.
Over the past few months I have often-times dined in, sometimes taken away, and once had their food delivered home. On occasion, I have been at parties in Delhi where they have catered. What weighs heavily in their favour is a wholehearted attempt at delivering quality. Consistently. The ingredients have always been fresh, the aromas wholly refreshing and the flavours quite authentic.
The Vietnamese Caramelised Prawns are to die for, I kid you not, as are the Cantonese 
Style Wok-Tossed ones. I could never quite fathom the term ‘juicy shrimps’ (after all, I live in landlocked Chandigarh) till such time I bit into a piping hot version of the latter. The peanut-sauce smeared Satay Kai outdoes itself each time, and so does the Crispy Lotus Root Honey Chilly.
On a quickie visit recently, I noisily slurped
through their Tom Kha Soup. Which I have long avoided due to its milky appearance, possibly a throw-back to forced milk-drinking sessions as a child.
I must confess I am now a coconut loving convert. A quick stab at the internet revealed a partially constructed website with the most slobber-worthy food pictures (which reminds me, apologies for my own feeble attempts) and some contact information. Do give it a shot. If possible, on Fridays, when you can unabashadly attempt public singing along with their in-house guitarist.
Bon appetit!
Puneetinder Kaur Sidhu, travel enthusiast and the author of Adrift: A junket junkie in Europe is the youngest of four siblings born into an aristocratic family of Punjab. Dogged in her resistance to conform, and with parental pressure easing sufficiently over the years, she had plenty of freedom of choice. And she chose travel.
She was born in Shimla, and spent her formative years at their home, Windsor Terrace, in Kasumpti while schooling at Convent of Jesus & Mary, Chelsea. The irrepressible wanderlust in her found her changing vocations midstream and she joined Singapore International Airlines to give wing to her passion. She has travelled extensively in Asia, North America, Australia, Europe, South Africa and SE Asia; simultaneously exploring the charms within India.
When she is not travelling, she is writing about it. Over the past decade or so, she has created an impressive writing repertoire for herself: as a columnist with Hindustan Times, as a book reviewer for The Tribune and as a contributor to travel magazines in India and overseas. Her work-in-progress, the documenting of colonial heritage along the Old Hindustan-Tibet Road, is an outcome of her long-standing romance with the Himalayas.
