Where will a bookworm give a birthday treat to her bookaholic friends? At a restaurant which derives its name from a character in Jules Vernes’ novel, of course. That’s how I ended up at Phileas Hogg with three other friends on a sunny Saturday afternoon. We were determined to live up to the name of the place, to hog to our heart’s content. But fate (and the restaurant) had other plans.
The menu seems to want to go around the world in 80 dishes or something, coz you have Indian, American, Italian, Japanese and Chinese dishes fighting for space in its pages. The treater was a die-hard cheese fan, so we started off with mozzarella fingers, which had more fried crumb coating than cheesy innards, and the dip it came with was tasteless. For the main course, we picked the veggie Hoggburger, which is supposed to be their specialty, the Chicken A La Kiev and Pasta a la Kravings, and prayed that the food wouldn’t take a long time to arrive (it didn’t, but it seemed to).
The Hoggburger was massive, and the guy who had ordered it hoped he would be able to finish it. After a couple of bites, he lifted the top slice of bread and looked at the fillings with disappointment. “It’s just onions and cheese!” And so it was. It was very filling, though, and the fries were pretty good. The pasta a la kravings was better, with generous amounts of cheese and veggies, though it arrived in a weirdly shaped bowl. But my chicken a la kiev! When it was placed before me, I was like, what the! A slab of mashed potatoes, a side of veggies and a centrepiece that looked like…oh, don’t ask me what my first thought was. After I went home, I found out that chicken a la kiev was indeed supposed to be something like a chicken chop, but did they have to make it look so unappetizing? And what was with the hunk of mashed potatoes- did they want me to die of heart disease? I sprinkled some oregano and chilli flakes over the potatoes, and ate it with the chicken, and it was pretty decent.
Phileas Hogg isn’t bad, but it isn’t remarkable either. Marathahalli may be out in the woods for most Bangaloreans, but it’s slowly catching up with the hot-and-happening foodie destinations that are Koramangala and Indiranagar, and Monseiur Hogg should polish up on his food a little bit if he’d like to travel the world for a long time.
90/3, Sarjapur Outer Ring Road