First of all, how great is that name? From the moment I saw it a few months ago, I knew I had to visit Dr. Bombay’s. Not one to dine alone much, I put it off and put it off. Finally, on one of my “get out of the office” kicks, I ventured over there. (btw, so many good restaurants within a stone’s throw of my new office. I love my job.) The name did not disappoint. It was like a cozy little haven on the already haven-like Candler Park main drag.
It was made for me. Fresh and interesting grab-and-go sandwiches, a treats case, ice cream, yards and yards of tea flavors (black, please, with a little sugar), and that’s just the counter! When I went into the “book room” to enjoy lunch with my Kindle, I just stood there for a full minute soaking it all in. Book-lined walls enveloped the room. Japanese umbrellas hung spinning from the ceiling of billowing fabric. A mother literally sat reading a book to her five year old. Bali Hai (like, Rodgers and Hammerstein Bali Hai) played softly on the speakers. I could perch for an eternity in that ambiance.
I settled into a vintage booth that overlooked the room, next to a wall covered in antique portraits. The wrap that I grabbed from the cooler looked like a standard caprese wrap, but I was pleasantly surprised to find it lined with a sundried tomato pimento cheese, and flecked with artichoke hearts and arugula along with the mozzarella, tomato and basil. It was tasty. Even the side of potato salad was tasty…and side-potato salad is never tasty. The tea I ordered, based on the recommendation of the somewhat distracted woman behind the counter, was pomegranate green tea. A little sweet, a little fruity, and a shocking red color that thankfully didn’t stain my mouth. It was great over ice.
I also picked up a couple of cupcakes for later: chocolate and chai. Both were very good (a little dense for my personal taste), and substantial enough to be a meal. I recommend the chai.
And if these things were not enough to endear me forever to this place, they actually sell the books on the shelves. For a dollar. And the money goes to a woman’s educational charity based in India. Heart.
Overall, the ambiance itself is worth checking out. I’ve read about people complaining about the marginal price increase on a cup of coffee, or the spotty free wifi. But as Quentin Tarantino said, “You can’t write poetry on the computer.”