Yep you read that correctly, I went to an Indian food festival. Me the woman who hates spicy food. Dangerous right?
And the smartass that I am went to it with my Indian bestie to get her recommendation on what to eat and what to avoid. And boy was it funny! I am telling you people, when it comes to food always take with you someone from the country that knows the culinary reality. TRUE STORY my friends!
My experience was very interesting as they changed the venue at the last minute. It was planned outdoors in the « Parc du Cinquantenaire » in Brussels, and due to the lovely weather (Insert heavy sarcasm here), it ended up being organized in a warehouse next to the docks. It was clearly not the sexy Indian vibe. at all.
Parking was quite easy though as it was in a big ass street next to « Tour et Taxis » , but it was not easy to find. Luckily I saw so many Indians walking that i simply followed them until I found the venue.
Honestly I was heavily disappointed in this food festival. and THANK GOD it was free entrance, or all hell would have broken lose for shizzle! It was basically plain tables aligned in the center with food, and everybody is selling the same dishes. There was one Belgian lady « selling massages », a spot for kid activities, 2 tables selling jewelry and a mix of tissues and clothes, and the best for the end: A CASHIER FOR THE BATHROOM! Oh yeah, you had to pay to wash your hands or to do Number 1 (Or Number 2 for the most courageous of us all).
Seriously, India is such a big and rich country with so many different cities, tribes, rich history, different cultures and languages, HOW THE FUCK DO THEY END UP SELLING THE SAME 5 DISHES? It’s always ‘Tikka masala », « Curry chicken », « Rice », « Samosas’ (Looking exactly like the ones sold in the night shops in Brussels).. Shockingly enough, nobody was selling desserts. NOBODY. COME ON PEOPLE.
Even the drinks were not that exceptional, there was Beer (Wow shocking) or soft drinks such as water and only one Indian beverage : Mango Lassi. It tasted like a mango juice with milk, so basically not the real deal.
Ohhhh but I discovered the dopest shit ever: INDIA AND MOROCCO SHARE SOME FOOD IN COMMON. LIKE SIMILAR BUT WITH A DIFFERENT NAME. FOODGASM BITCHES LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES.
Don’t even get me started on the show. I was there only for 2 hours, basically just to get my late lunch, and out of the 6 dancing groups only 1 was Indian, the rest were Belgian. It felt very weird and was missing the point as the dances looked too mechanical and not fluid at all, felt like a grownup recital.
Basically I went to an Indian festival that was mostly a big cookout of families meeting together to eat similar dishes. There was nothing to share about the cultures and nothing to learn about India and its rich culture, so disappointing as I expected more from an « INDIAN FOOD FESTIVAL ».