Monday, 12 January 2015

INDIA: Review of ITC Grand Chola Chennai


In a nutshell 

Channelling the glory of the Chola Dynasty – one of the greatest and longest-ruling maritime dynasties in the history of southern India - this is ITC Hotel's flagship property in the region. Boasting 522 rooms and 78 luxuriously appointed serviced apartments, it's 'grand' in every sense of the word. 

The highest standards in Indian hospitality, balanced with elegant restraint, in a sensational property, with a distinct personality. Simply put, this was, by far, the best out of both the ITC Hotels and hotels in general we stayed in during our five week visit to India.  

Where is it?

Equidistant from the city centre and the airport, the hotel is close to the business hubs of Mount Road, Olympia Tech Park and Guindy.

It's very handily only 8km from the international airport, but that does mean it's a little way from the city centre. However, the well-connected highways and flyovers mean you can easily and quickly (outside of rush hour) reach the key parts of the city.

Style and character


The clue is in the name. The property is so large and so impressive that it has three different reception desks for each of its three wings, with the main lobby basking in the grandeur that is a magnificent sweeping central staircase.

The vast spaces, splendid columns, alabaster granite and marble walls and floors, sweep you along the corridors; you take another turn, get into another elevator, come out on yet another floor or mezzanine. It's a little confusing to navigate (particularly if you have no sense of direction, like me), but it's the sort of place you don't mind getting lost in, and don't really want to leave.

This ornate, palatial tribute to Southern India's greatest empires – the Imperial Cholas – overlooks a central outdoor swimming pool fringed with palm trees. 

The first thing that struck me on entering the lobby - something I believe to be a signature of ITC hotels, but which I found to be most prevalent here - was the wonderful fragrance. To be able to make every corner of such a huge space smell so gorgeous is impressive. I was told a key ingredient to the aroma was lemongrass. I want some.

Furnishing so many public areas (and this place has a lot of them) is a huge task. Here, it's done particularly well. The impeccably carved temples, beautiful bronze sculptures and keen attention to detail in aesthetics from the Cholas are reflected in the pieces used to dress the seating areas, corridors, lounges and receptions. Guest rooms are upholstered in elegant fabrics with delicate hues, and plump furnishings.

What's unique?

The outside of the building would look mighty impressive at night with some strategic spot-lighting, but they choose to use a minimal amount of bulbs in order to conserve energy. There's even an eco-friendly setting in the room which will only illuminate small LED lights close to the floor - more than enough to see with, whilst using little electricity. 

The green credentials of the chain as a whole are so good, that they boast the highest number of LEED® Platinum Certified properties, and are recognised as the 'Greenest Luxury Hotel Chain in the World'. Here is more information on their responsible luxury.

The Grand Chola has the largest banquet and exhibition space in the country, and all the in-room functions are controlled by an ipad - lights, AC, entertainment - you can even see who's at the front door and open it from the comfort of your bed. 

Who goes?

The Grand Chola has had the greatest mix of people I've seen so far in the hotels in India. It does describe itself as a five star 'business hotel', and because it's so close to the airport, there were a lot of international business groups attending breakfast, complete with name tags and briefcases under the table.

But it's most definitely suitable for leisure pursuits too, if not more so. I also spotted both Indian and international tourists, families, couples, and the first place with quite a few Americans - I had wondered where they'd all got to.

Breakfast

The buffet breakfast takes place in the Madras Pavillion restaurant (with buffets available at lunch and dinner too) and recognising their diverse client base, it's an international offering. 

There's a Far Eastern corner with miso, congee, clear chicken broth, and dim sum; there are European cold cuts, cheeses and breads; lots of Indian offerings including a dosa station where they're made fresh to order; grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, and baked beans; and an egg station - it was the first place I came across that could make poached eggs, and successfully. 

Along with some of the other ITC Hotels, they also have a 'carefully selected and mindfully prepared' menu some of which is gluten free, uses more grains and I think is supposed to be healthier and more innovative with the flavour pairings. Expect the likes of finger millet and almond meal pancakes with aloe vera and blackcurrant relish, and buckwheat waffles with maple glazed bacon and poached pear.

There are ready-packed bags to grab if you're in a rush. There's a coffee man that goes round pouring it from a great height from one vessel into another to create the signature Indian froth, whilst also patiently posing for the the videos and photos people were taking.

It's a good idea to make a reservation for breakfast so you don't need to wait around when you get down there - just ask reception. 



Dining

The hotel has no less than ten separate drinking and dining destinations, including a 24hr coffee house (which also serves food), a boulangerie, a cigar and whisky lounge, Italian restaurant Ottimo Cucina Italiana, and highly acclaimed Far Eastern restaurant Pan Asian, to name a few. 

They really do make it easy to leave the place.

I had a really good Mulligatawny soup in the Cafe Mercara Express - it was hot with lots of pepper and great with a squeeze of lemon.

But the real show stopper, and strong contender for the best meal I've had in the full five weeks in India, was the unexpected stellar performance from fully vegetarian restaurant, Royal Vega.

The food is based on ayurvedic principles - the understanding of the medicinal properties of plants, herbs, fruits, vegetables and grains. Chef Varun Mohan uses seasonal ingredients, and the 'rassa' or 'taste' of these traditional dishes passed down through the royal kitchens, plays a big role in the menu. 

We had a sensational thali meal, served in traditional tableware, with unique flavour combinations that I am yet to encounter elsewhere in the country. These were:

Anardana raita. Jewels of pomegranate and mint folded into thick yoghurt, seasoned with salt and roasted cumin.

Idiyappam with kai kari korma. Soft rice noodels manipulated into a patty, topped with a fantastic sweet and nutty korma with seasonal vegetables such as lotus stems, corn, edamame and a cashew and coconut gravy.

Avrakkai poriyal. Freshly podded and sliced broad beans tossed with mustartd seeds, curry leaves and green chillies - hot and vibrant.

Palak chaaman. Incredibly soft cheese made on site, with a fantastically concentrated and chlorophyllic spinach gravy.

Ganika. Rice cooked in the water that fresh jasmine flowers have been simmered in. Delicately fragrant.

Angakarhi. Unleavened whole wheat flat bread, pinched into concentric spirals, flame grilled.

Vzhaipoo vadai. Deep fried patty made of banana blossom.

Mangochi pakauri. Ground mung daal, rolled into balls, spiced with dry fenugreek and red chilli, simmered in mung lentil and turmeric buttermilk, tempered with asafetida and white cumin. The whole meal was great, but this was something else.

Shatawari purva. Asparagus tips, whipped saffron butter, pistachios, raisins, and Himalayan gucchi - a type of hard-to-come-by morel.

Kheer sagar. Paneer made on site, slow cooked with cardamom flavoured milk, reduced to a sweet rabi, with a shimmer of silver leaf.

A round of applause, please.
Service

It's going to be difficult for other hotels to match the service I received here.

We pulled into the train station after a five hour ride, wondering how we were going to locate the hotel driver who was due to pick us up. Worry not - two impeccably smart members of staff were already waiting for us on the platform, standing right at the door of our carriage (the details of which I did give in advance, so not just a lucky guess). 

As I stepped off with my huge bag, a voice said 'Miss Kazim?' and the moment I responded, the bag was whisked away before I even got a chance to haul it onto my back. No other hotel who has picked us up from a train station has managed that level of service.

Some of the high-end rooms, namely the suites, include a butler service. We weren't in one of these, but we were gifted the service, and what a luxury it was. Our butler was the fantastic Anu. She organised our days, made reservations, waited inconspicuously in the wings wherever we were in the hotel should we need her, and was there to cater to our every whim. 

The butlers stay with guests from check-in to checkout, and are only ever assigned to one room at a time - they go to bed when you do. How the other half live, eh. Could very easily get used to someone like Anu.

A really special touch was the welcome card in the room when we arrived. Not only did it have my picture on it, but it was made out of white chocolate - the whole thing was edible. I doubt there's anything in the hotel that can rustle one of these up, so they must have gone outside to get it done. And that in itself is quite lovely.

The traditional greeting when you first enter the lobby has also been the best we've received. We were given soft drinks, a thumb printed bindis onto our foreheads, and traditional Indian scarves were draped over our shoulders. Very nice ones too, which we got to keep.



Liked lots / liked less

The signature Kaya Kalp full body massage I had at their spa was great. It started off with a herbal tea in the reception. A few labyrinthine corridors and corners turned later, and I was at my treatment room. 

It began with my feet being bathed in warm water with eucalyptus salts, then the soles of my feet being gently pounded with a wooden hammer to increase circulation. The massage itself was spot on - it felt as though there were three pairs of hands on me and it was full body in every sense of the word, from my toes to my finger tips, including my stomach, head and even my ears (which are my sweet spot - giggedy).

A lot of consideration goes into the treatment rooms, with ensuite showers and toilets in each, as well as a bowl full of fresh crysanthamum flower heads to look at through the head rest. This doubles up nicely as a dribble-catcher - don't be surprised if that happens, it was a damn good massage.

In terms of lowlights, it seems unusual in today's age of advanced technology, for such an otherwise well-kitted out property, with all mod-cons and whims of luxury you could possibly think of, to only have wifi available at an extra charge. Medium speed is 6000 (£6) rupees per day, high speed is 15000 (£15). This should be included in the room, as has been the case in every other hotel I've stayed in. I do wonder what the reasoning is behind this decision. It's worth noting, wifi comes at a charge in all ITC Luxury Hotels, it seems. 

Price point

Prices from around £105 a night for an Executive Club room to £250 for the Chola Suite, rooms inclusive of breakfast. 

Contact

No. 63, Mount Road, Guindy,Chennai 600032
+91 (44) 2220 0000
Website
@ITCHotels

Note: I stayed as a guest of this hotel.

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Sunday, 11 January 2015

Week 3: INDIA - Kochi → Allepey → Kollam → Madurai

Image of the week: sunset in Madurai (more images at end of post)
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Where in the world


Two nights in Kochi. An hour taxi journey further south to Allepey where we spent one night in a B&B before embarking on a houseboat for one night. The boat took us down to Kollam where we stayed for two nights. 

We then took our first overnight train to Madurai in the state of Tamil Nadu, where we stayed for one night.



Thoughts


My initial impressions of Kochi - the major port city on the west coast of India - was disappointing. The beachfront is veiled by a layer of litter, a lot of it. Even Chowpatty Beach in Mumbai had a lot less than this one. There's a promenade to stroll down but I just couldn't get past the crap that was everywhere, and it made me angry. India would be so much more beautiful than it already is if it could sort out the problem of the all-pervading, ubiquitous rubbish. There are rarely any bins around, certainly no binmen to speak of. It's a great shame.

But all was not lost. Move away from the waterfront and into the town and Kochi is quaint and entirely charming. It retains its colonial character and old-world charm, seen in the narrow stone-paved lanes and old colourful Dutch and British bungalows, cafés and book shops. It's possible to have a languid stroll, then stop for a coffee - something us Europeans are so good at and a pastime not easy to indulge in the chaotic towns and cities of India. There were also a lot of Westerners in Kochi, the most I've seen so far in the country.

If you ever find yourself in this part of the world, it would be nothing short of criminal to leave before taking a slow boat through Kerala's backwaters. I'd heard and read about them during my travel research, and well before. Kerala is known as 'God's own country' and it's not difficult to see why. 

These waters are flanked by a northern entry point (Allepey) and a southern point (Kollam). We took an overnight houseboat from the former to the latter. Accommodation wasn't luxurious but it was adequate. But then you're not on it for the room.

The waters are fringed with bowed palm trees leaning over the canals and rivers like flowers towards the sun. Eagles circle overhead, occasionally dropping to the water to dip their talons in, before rising again to enjoy their catch on a nearby branch. Bright red and blue dragonflies the size of small birds dart about, momentarily pausing mid-air, then continuing on in a different direction. The electric blue and dazzling orange flash of flitting kingfishers catch the corner of your eye, flying alongside the boat then perching on overhead electricity wires. Storks and herons wade slowly in the shallows, heads bent, scouring the surface for the ripples of dinner. 

The banks are dotted with small villages where the rhythm and routine of everyday life for the people that call these waterways home can be observed. The cathartic sound of the gently chugging boat engine was intercepted by the smack of wet fabric slapping against stone as women washed clothes in the water. Children ran out of their homes to stand and wave as our boat went by, joined by the adults in tow. 

Everyone waves in Kerala, they're a happy bunch. We waved back to them all, feeling a bit like royalty whilst doing so.

backwaters between Allepey and Kollam
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Madurai is a flourish of colourful buildings, people in religious dress, roadsides dotted with small shrines around which people light candles, and women selling strings of flowers for husbands to take home to their wives. Slick jewellery shops and polished fashion stores stand out conspicuously against the more rudimentary retail outlets that make up the rest of the bustling streets. 

There are street food stands selling a lot of fried things, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee mixes with incense and flowers and diesel fumes and the occasional waft from a sewer. 

The kids gather round practising the English phrases they've learnt at school - where are you from, what is your name, nice to meet you -  then fall over themselves in a fit of shy giggles when you respond and take a picture of them. The urge to stow one of them in my backpack is strong - they are so damn cute.

children in Madurai
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The best things I ate this week

What to eat in Kerala

Houseboat thali lunch. I featured a thali meal in the last week's post in Wayanad, but this was a show-stopper and deserves recognition. 

The dishes included were typical to Kerala: sambar, okra cooked with garlic, onions and mustard oil, mixed vegetables, bitter gourd, cabbage, beetroot and curd, pineapple and curd, spiced and grilled chicken, piping hot rice, and fresh-from-the-fryer poppadoms. All this was for two *mops brow*. Received on an overnight houseboat cruise with www.southernbackwaters.com 

Payasam. It’s slowly cooked milk reduced to the thickness of double cream and set with vermicelli and cardamom. I've found it's the dessert of choice to accompany thali meals in the south. Very comforting. Came with the above.

Pazham pori or ethakkappam. A type of nalumani palaharam (tea time snack). It's ripe bananas fried in a sweet cumin and turmeric batter, and here served with a masala chai. This was also provided on the houseboat, as if we could possibly be hungry after the endurance test that was the above lunch. I understand this treat is a weakness for most Malayalees - I can see why.

Allepey chemeen manga curry. Prawns (chemeen) stewed in raw mango (manga), coconut and turmeric. With shallots, green chillies, ginger, garlic, chilli powder, coriander powder, fenugreek, mustard seeds curry leaves. 

Ashtamundi meen curry. Ashtamundi Lake is the second largest lake in Kerala, and this fish curry will have different names across the state. 

It's cubes of fish (depending on the catch of the day - often karimeen which has black spots), simmered with shredded coconut, tamarind juice, chillies, garlic, ginger, coriander powder, turmeric, fenugreek, curry leaves, and with mustard seeds and shallots. Both this and the above curry were had at ITC WelcomHotel Raviz Ashtamudi Hotel in Kollam.

houseboat thali lunch, Kerala

from top left: payasam, pazham pori, Ashtamundi meen curry, Allepey chemeen manga curry



Street food must-eat 

Street food in Madurai

Saying goodbye to the state of Kerala, we moved east into Tamil Nadu. Our first stop was Madurai, reputedly south India's dosai capital. Taking full advantage of this status, dinner for our single night here was at Ayyappan Dosai Kadai (Pandiya Vellalar Street), recommended by locals and regarded by some as the city's uncrowned dosai king. 

Dosai - generally known as dosa in the UK - are thin griddled pancakes made with a fermented batter of ground rice and black lentils.

This is street food in the sense the food is cooked by the side of the road, but due to the nature of the accompanying sloppy chutneys and sambar, it needs a banana leaf and a flat surface to tackle, so people eat seated inside.

dosai in Madurai at Ayyappan Dosai Kadai 
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This particular place owes its popularity to the 25 variations Mr. Karthikeyan provides, and the fact that they are very good. The shop is small, with the unflattering flourescent strip-lighting that illuminates so many of the best places to eat in India, elbow-to-elbow seating, and a cooking station that has almost certainly never seen a scouring brush.
  
Mr. Karthikeyan has six dosai on the go at any one time. They arrive on the table straight from the griddle and scalding hot. From the handful we sampled, my favourite was the mushroom, with cumin, fennel, mustard seeds and the fantastic tangy chutneys. I think this was the first time I've come across mushrooms in India.

When you've had your fill of savoury (there's also onion, cauliflower, paneer, egg, potato - a lot more), don't dare leave before you close with the sweet dosai. It's made with podi (a ground spice powder), jaggery (unrefined cane sugar) and ghee. It tastes like French toast, with crunchy caramelised sugary bits. This is the only place that does a sweet dosa, says Mr. Karthikeyan. I believe him. 

Here's a little more about this place from @EatingAsia.

dosai in Madurai at Ayyappan Dosai Kadai 
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Did you know?

India's cashew nuts. India is the largest producer, processor and exporter of cashews in the world. They export cashew and cashew-based products worth $1billion each year, and Kerala is the biggest producer in India. Big business.


What are backwaters? What actually are Kerala's backwaters and why are they there (a question I realised I didn't know the answer to as we cruised along them at the leisurely pace of poured molasses)? 

They're an interlinking chain of brackish lagoons and lakes that lie parallel to the Arabian Sea coast (known as the Malabar Coast).

This labyrinthine network includes five large lakes linked by both manmade and natural canals and is fed by 38 rivers; the entirety of it extends half the length of the state of Kerala. 

Its presence is down to the combined processes of soil erosion from the uplands during the monsoon rains, the constant beating of the sea, and humans getting in nature's way. 

The heavy rains eroded the topsoil of the Western Ghats and hundreds of streams and rivers carried the soil down to the seabed. Fast forward a few centuries and this deposited soil on the shore has led to the formation of these world-renowned marshes and backwaters. With such a unique setting, where freshwater meets seawater, you can expect a pretty awesome ecosystem, and the wildlife to match.

And crikey, isn't it spectacular.

the backwaters of Kerala
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My insider tips

Soap - your best friend in India. You're never too far from a tap in India. They're at train stations, in the most rudimentary of restaurants, and even attached to water tanks on streetside food shacks. If there is a place selling food, a tap where locals wash their hands before they eat it will be close. 

India can feel pretty grubby at times, and because there's a lot of eating with hands, it's important to keep them clean. When people get 'Delhi belly', it's often down to contamination from bacteria and filth from hands, rather than anything being wrong with the food itself. 

These taps rarely have any soap. So my tip, and something I've found to be very useful, is to keep a small bar on you. Always wash your hands thoroughly before you eat, and you may well stave off the gurgle guts, as we've managed to do so far *touches wood*.

Also toilet paper. Always keep a roll on you as the public toilets don't have them - locals rinse with water instead.

Highlight / Lowlight

Highlight. This was the evening and following morning of the overnight houseboat trip. The boat parked up at a little village along one of the waterways called Kovilthottam, and the three crew members told us to get off and walk towards the beach to watch the sunset as the chef prepared dinner. That was a spectacle in itself.

beach sunset at Kovilthottam, Kerala
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Back at the boat we switched off all the lights and laid on our backs. We were near enough to the sea to hear the waves crashing in the distance, but far enough that it didn't drown out the night chorus from the crickets and grasshoppers. There was the distant murmur and laughter of conversation between old friends as people settled down for their evening meal by the water's edge.

Once the sun had completely gone, I noticed a pulse of green light somewhere in the dark. I initially thought it was in the distance, then got up to take a closer look and realised it was a glowing fierfly on a nearby leaf. Then there was another, then another. I've never seen fireflies before, so I was pretty excited about that.

We woke up to the pink-grey sleepy haze of early morning light, and watched an otter run across the path adjacent to the water. Groups of men were walking along the bank to and from the temple close by for morning prayers, smiling and waving as they passed us basking in the magic of this time of day. It felt like a stolen moment - peaceful, serene - pretty special.

Lowlight. We had our first experience of an overnight sleeper train, from Kollam to Madurai, which as a whole, was a lot better than we expected. Apart from a few difficulties, and ignoring the onboard rat which I thankfully didn't see, but Matt did.

pretend-sleeping on the train
We got on at 2am to a pitch black carriage which we had to feel our way through to find our seats - in silence so as not to wake everyone sleeping - whilst trying to negotiate two huge bags through the narrow corridor. 

We found our bunks, in a compartment shared with two others. With just the light from a phone, we fumbled about until we eventually found the sheets provided and made up our beds, one above the other. 

The floor space wasn't huge, so Matt had to put one of the bags on his bunk and lean against it. After a few sweaty minutes trying to be as quiet as we could, we were settled and ready to knock out. Execpt, that was, for the very overweight man in one of the bunks next to us, with snoring that sounded like a wild boar being smothered, then drowned. 

It was the kind of noise that competed with the enormously loud train engine, air conditioning and rickety rattling of the carriages combined, and won. His wife was in the bed above him, and was dead to the world. I can only imagine she has, over the years, become immune to this congested, gasping, reverberating monstrosity, or she's deaf. 

With noise-cancelling headphones and music blasted to as loud as our eardrums could handle, this man was still the only thing we could hear. Needless to say, we got no sleep, and had to make up for it when we got to our hotel in Madurai.

Next week

A couple of days in Pondicherry, moving onto Chennai (formerly Madras), then revisiting the alluring chaos that is Mumbai.

Postcards

Kochi

Kochi

Kochi

Kochi

Kochi

children in Kochi

























Backwaters between Allepey and Kollam

backwaters between Allepey and Kollam

backwaters between Allepey and Kollam


backwaters between Allepey and Kollam

backwaters between Allepey and Kollam


Madurai

street scene in Madurai

religious dress in Madurai

shrine and temple in Madurai

street scene in Madurai


street vendor in Madurai

Muslim children in Madurai

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