I have discovered the perfect compliment to Indian food. It is not wine or beer. Nor a seasoning like salt or pepper. And I wouldn’t consider even the raita or mint chutney that I love. No, the perfect compliment is Shah Rukh Khan. Thanks to modern technology, I don’t require his physical presence. A widescreen television will do just fine. Like the one they have at Mayura in Culver City.
Mayura specializes in food of Kerala (which happens to be the setting of one of my favorite books, “The God of Small Things” by Arundhati Roy). I visited with a couple of friends (on Jonathan Gold’s recommendation) and we dined on dosas, biryani, aloo gobi, and vegetable curry. Everything was delicious. But not enough to keep our attention away from the big screen, and the sexy moves of Bollywood star Shah Rukh Khan. Wow! He seemed to dance with a million women, each more beautiful than the next. Every frame revealed a new location ranging from deserts to snow-capped mountains, New York to Paris. The outfits came in shocking fuchsia and emerald. (Many seemed ’90s-era, we thought.) Each music video lasted about 15 minutes. We couldn’t hear the songs, but honestly, it didn’t matter.