Palm Jumeirah's Golden Mile just got prettier

I'm not one to visit salons regularly. You can judge me, but I can manage most of my 'salon needs' at home. Once in a while I do get out and pamper myself when I'm tres lazy to do it on my own.

Tips & Toes happens to be one of the best salons in Dubai, and when I heard they opened at the ultra-luxe Golden Mile on Palm Jumeirah, I had to check it out. A cross between the traditional nail haven and the full-service day spa, the luxuriously furnished 3,663 sq ft sanctuary is perfectly placed to cater to the beauty conscious ladies of new Dubai.

I got the classic manicure and pedicure. Unlike other beauty salons, here I didn't even feel like they were working on my tips. So gentle and with a feather touch, my nails were done in less than an hour.

To top it off, I got a neck and back massage that only explained how bad I needed one. The masseuse knew exactly were the pressure points were. You know how good a massage is when you can't help falling asleep.

Trademark touches are apparent throughout the salon, from the candle-lit spa corridor to the cushioned reclining nail stations. With massages, facials, hair removal, eyelash extensions and of course, Tips & Toes Golden Mile offers its exceptional nail services. 

A spacious hair spa – with seven luxurious leather sink-in-your-seat armchairs – completes the treatment list line-up.

Set in a beautiful location, it offers ample parking, which was a relief to know before I got there. 

Tips & Toes Golden Mile is open from 9am – 10pm daily and located at Golden Mile 2, gate 7. Contact: 04 552 0332

Dubai Coffee Museum: More than just a caffeine high

Walk down the quaint alleyways spotted with souvenir stores and art cafes, and it's easy to get lost in all the serenity. It's almost like the movies, where houses are close to one another, making it a closely knit community. One of the houses here has been converted into the Coffee Museum. What once was a pet project by Khalid Al Mulla, the museum director, has grown to be a two-storey-full collection of coffee history, garnished with antique tools, grinders, roasters, brass urns, coffee-sacks, sampling implements and ornate cups.

From the get go, a very distinctive aroma of coffee fills the air. As it pulls you in, you pass a majlis - a meeting room, and you walk right in front of a big silver object which is an Egyptian charcoal fire burner. A metal pot with a wooden handle, ibrik is placed on a bed of sand which is heated by charcoal. The hot sand heats the ibrik equally on the side resulting in a perfect brew.

The Coffee Museum in Hamburg inspired Al Mulla to take his passion for coffee to the next level. "The difference between my museum and any other is that I have antiques from all over the world," he says. It is evident with the display of grinders and roasters dating back to the 1800s, from European and Western countries as well as Arab countries.

Yemen was the first country in the Middle East to acquire a taste for coffee, which only developed into a love for the product. The museum takes you through the journey of coffee, from the Middle East via the Ottoman Empire to Europe, and back to where it belongs.

One of the pieces is a painting made with coffee. It adds quite a character to the museum. An eye-catching antique used to be the coffee grinder manually built out of used copper bullets after the World War II - because metals weren't easily available then. Among objects that date back 300 and 400 years, vintage coffee grinders and tins occupy pride of place in the museum. The most prized artefact is the British Royal grinder; it still has the Royal Crown etched on both sides.

A room labelled Coffee Origins houses beans from most coffee producing countries like Ethiopia, Mexico, Rwanda, Vietnam, Colombia, Brazil, Peru, India and Guatemala. From a light roast to a dark one, it's amazing how much a little bean, once a cherry, can transform.

It's not only the roast that matters but also factors like region, climate, storage, altitude, seasonal changes, transportation and packaging. JB, the barista at the café in the museum, explains how each brewing method can influence the flavours, body and taste of a particular coffee bean.

The first floor has the café and a library that is home to books on coffee. Beside it is a media room where audiovisual information on coffee is always at hand.

Over a conversation about popular coffee, while sipping on Arabic coffee infused with cinnamon, served with a date, Al Mulla laughs and says that "instant coffee is poison." It can be confusing for anyone who only knows commercial coffee. But this museum does a good job of changing your mind, for the better.

Coffee occupies a special spot in UAE traditions, Al Mulla says. "It is an Emirati tradition to serve coffee first to any guest. It is a sign of hospitality, and our way to say welcome." In fact, the tradition of making Arabic coffee is among 20 practices newly recognised by UNESCO, the UN's cultural agency. Unesco said Arabic coffee is a symbol of generosity: "Serving Arabic coffee is an important aspect of hospitality in Arab societies."



Visitors can try traditional blends of Arabic, Ethiopian, Turkish and Vietnamese coffee, or even opt for a cup of Fairtrade coffee from Mexico, Guatemala, Nicaragua and Colombia.

It's more than a museum, and not just another café. The Coffee Museum is the perfect blend of education and history.

Photos by Dhes Handumon. This post first appeared on khaleejtimes.com

What’s it like to drive an Audi TT at Dubai Autodrome?

Should I have been excited? anixous? nervous? I don’t know, but I definitely was none of them. When I was invited to experience a drive with a Guinness World Record-holding racer, first I was excited, but soon I was unusually indifferent.

“Madam, would you be test driving the new tyres on the Audi TT too?” said the manager of Dubai Autodrome. Before I got here, I assumed I would be driven on that smooth tarmac by Lebanese motorsport racer, Abdo Feghali. But here I was being asked if I wanted to be in the driver’s seat, to which I replied without second guessing, “Yea, I could”. First thing that passed through my mind was, you’ve said the words, you can’t chicken out now.

The experience




So I went with the group to a spot where three Audi TTs were parked. Each was fixed with a different set of tyres – Michelin, Bridgeston Potenza Adrenalin RE003, and a third one which I didn’t quite get the name of. In pairs, we were asked to get into the cars, drive through activities which had us swerve the car around cones at 40, 60, 80km/hr.

Before I got into the driver’s seat, I just made sure with the instructor, “I’m not a really fast driver, should I still be getting in the car?”Again my thoughts wandered to you tried and there’s no chance you can get out of this situation. Just drive on. Of course, I was assured that all of us would be safe, and we just had to follow the instructor’s commands.

To my otherwise anxious mind it came as a surprise of how calm I was at the wheel. Following the instructions I veered at speeds high enough to yell “Mamma”, to which my partner freaked out and reacted, “Relax”. Clearly now adrenalin was pumping. Screeching tyres, deep bends, dodging cones, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. It was all too exciting. For a new driver in the UAE that can be pretty overwhelming.

“Wow, I have never screeched a tyre in my life…until now”, was the highlight of my day when I got off the Audi TT. The heat kept the thermometer busy at 43+ degrees Celsius, a little sickness did crawl in, but nothing beat experience of that beautiful ride. I did try all three cars with all three different tyres, and hands down Bridgeston Potenza Adrenalin RE003 got my vote.

This post first appeared on khaleejtimes.com (Photos are not mine)

Classic Slavic cuisine aims to charm Dubai

UAE is home to almost 120 nationalities, so why should it be any different for just that many cuisines? Latest to hit shores is food from Russia, Czech Republic, Ukraine and other Eastern European countries have all come together on one plate. Bringing its culture, tradition and palette to share, the newest fine dining restaurant, Vesna serves traditional Slavic food with finesse.

Exuding a larger-than-life interior design, the décor is eclectic with mammoth-sized royal blue sofas, and bold embellished curtains that separate the dining area from the lounge. Massive mirrors reflect the chandeliers giving the place a little royal, a little homely feel. There's never a dull moment if you stop to look around. Amidst all this grandeur I did manage to find a small table with a few flower pots and candle stands hidden away.

Siberian Beef Pelmeni

Located at the Conrad Hotel on Shaikh Zayed Road, the menu is inspired by award winning international chef Angelova Irina, who brings unique elements to Eastern European Cuisine. Chef Maksim Tvorogov heads all culinary activities at Vesna, which means spring in Russian.

Right out of a Russian home

Among the food I tried was the Olivier Salad with Lobster (pictured above) which is a classic Russian salad with a European twist - a blend of baked and boiled vegetables, fresh lobster claw and sous-vide chicken, finished off with diced dill pickles and dressed in mayonnaise and balsamic.

I remember eating it at most family get-togethers where some aunt would invariably bring a bowl of Russian salad. It was refreshing to try the real Russian salad at a real Russian restaurant (...still, reminiscing).

Another dish that made me go back for another helping was the Vinegret Salad (pictured above). Vesna serves it with organic baked beetroot mixed with diced potato, carrot, bell pepper with sunflower oil. It might not sound appetizing, but it's quite commendable the way the ingredients blended. Five stars!

The Siberian Beef Pelmeni was a variant of warm dumplings filled with Australian Black Angus beef served with a cooled sour cream. I'm not sure how I feel about this dish.

The other dumpling served was Vareniki, with a filling of porcini mushroom and potato puree served garnished with fried onions. Delicious or vkusno (pronounced fkoos-na), as the Russians would say!

Thinking of it, this is probably what Vladimir Putin enjoys in the comfort of this sprawling mansion.

The dessert platter was standard with mini chocolate balls and pastries. What did catch my attention though were the bite-sized cakes; they were chewy and sweet and I would, if I could, keep gorging on at least a dozen more.

Verdict: The food tastes local; like it came straight from a native Russian kitchen.

Must try: Vinegret Salad

Cost for two: Dh300

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American comfort food finds a niche in Dubai

On the side of a narrow street, behind the brightly-lit roads and flashy cars that surround Dubai's iconic Burj Khalifa, sits a restaurant-café, Clinton Street Baking Company. In its quiet element, minimally decorated in shades of red, black and white, with the word EAT painted on the walls, the café serves up a big American menu that reflects the nation's southern comfort food - think waffles and fried chicken.

I know the thought of American food can be daunting with "heavy" and "fattening" being the words that go with it. But let me assure you, the food here tasted American, and still managed to be super light.

At first I was blown away by the Beef Short Rib (pictured above). It was tender, succulent, placed rustically on a base of buttermilk biscuit, and topped with a spicy sauce. It's the kind of food that would get a party going.

Chatting with the co-owner Dede Lahman, I learnt, "all the beef served comes from Australia and they smoke it right here in the restaurant. The salmon too is smoked here."

But, then came along the fried Chicken and Waffle Bite (pictured above). OMG! Think about being blown away twice within 30 minutes. This was the first time I was tried this combination at a restaurant. Sure, back in university I have stuffed my face with chocolate cake and friend chicken in one morsel, but to be served it, took me back to that terrace festivity in Bombay.

The sweetness of the syrup drizzled on the waffle, and the crisp, light spiced chicken works wonderfully. That much of deliciousness is ambrosial!

Kale and Quinoa Salad

I began to fall in love with the non-greasy, breakfast-food serving, all-'merican eatery. The kitchen kept the goodness rolling.

Read: Eggs Benedict for breakfast, please

From the Kale (who even eats it?) and Quinoa Salad that changed my mind; to the Beef Chorizo with Caramelised Onion, Cheese and Apple that kept me going back for more; I found my happy place.

On the dessert front, I would definitely recommend you try the Black and White cake bites (pictured above). They don't look as delish as they really are. As you must've been warned in life, I repeat, "Never judge a book by its cover". The burst of white chocolate takes over the cake, only to be superseded by the milk chocolate again. It's confusing, but the good kinda confusion.

It's a good spot to catch up with friends for coffee, or quick light meal. The staff is a smiling lot, and know their dishes well.

Verdict: Not all American food is fast food

Must-try: Chicken and Waffle Bite

Cost for two: Dh200

At @clintonstdubai trying out s beautiful spread of chorizo, crab cakes, short ribs et more. Waiting on the sweet stuff now #clintonstdubai #dubai #mydubai #review #goodfood

A photo posted by Kymberlee Müller (@kymbeerlee) on Oct 4, 2015 at 9:34am PDT

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Lazy brunches of nachos, steaks, and pies

Photos by Kymberlee Fernandes ©

Whoever came up with the concept of brunches is a genius. If you're like me - late for breakfast, but always hungry before lunchtime - you'll get my drift. One thing I must make clear is that if you've got a brunch scheduled for the day, try not to make any plans for at least 4 hours after it.

I had other commitments lined up after my brunch, and trust me, I had never felt this sluggish in a long long time.

Let's go back to my Friday brunch at The Black Lion restaurant, at the H Hotel on Shaikh Zayed Road. I was pretty kicked about eating a good meal (to me, a good meal consists of a refreshing beverage, a hearty main course and something sweet to finish that up).

What's cookin', good lookin'?

Platter of appetizers 

So, I started with a good helping of appetizers including - Cobb salad (Cajun chicken, avocado, tomato, boiled egg, and blue cheese); Hot and Sour Chicken Wings; Homemade Nachos; and Shrimp Cocktail.

From that platter, I fell for the homemade Nachos, and the Chicken Wings. Sprinkled with a spicy tinge and served with cheddar cheese, guacamole and tomato salsa, all I was missing was a good movie to watch while I munched on those nachos. We've all eaten nachos at least once, and if you haven't yet, I'd say start with the ones they serve at The Black Lion.

I'm on the hunt for the best eggs benedict in Dubai, and it was a no brainer that I asked for the Braised Beef Short Rib Benedict. Now I've eaten this preparation several times, but these guys sure know how to poach eggs. That kind of precision is mastery! The beef was cooked well, and took no effort to chew.

Braised Beef Short Rib Benedict 

Rump Steak and Frites

Then came the Rump Steak and Frites, medium-rare. Cooked in garlic butter, I've never thought of that combination before. I'm a fan of calamari in butter garlic sauce, and I can gorge on it through eternity. But the steak in its raw-cooked state, blushed a glorious pink and now I'm second guessing my fandom for calamari in butter garlic sauce.

Super-Sized Sundae

To complete my meal, I was served a Super-Sized Sundae, of chocolate cake, nuts and strawberry ice cream; and a deep-filled Apple Pie. Now that kind of a meal calls for a good snooze, hence I stress, do not make plans after a hearty brunch as such.

Verdict: Potions are large

Must try: Homemade nachos and Rump Steak and Frites

Price: AED 250, with unlimited soft drinks

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Eid in the life of a daily wage labourer

Abdul Majid and Sabir Hussain hoping to procure one meal for the day.
Photos by Kymberlee Fernandes

On one of the most celebrated days in the United Arab Emirates, I walked the streets around the industrial area in Al Quoz. On Eid you’d expect a few good sentiments and if nothing else, a warm smile. But everywhere I looked, there were men, sitting out in the heat, doused in gloom and uninterested in this big festival.

But Eid is all about being happy, so why were these people unhappy? For starters, many of them were still trying to score their first meal for the day. It was already noon and they hadn’t found any work at all. Their day starts at 6am. And food isn’t their only problem. They don’t have a house to live in. One of the daily wage labourers, Abdul Majid from Pakistan said, “Eid? We don’t have a house; we sleep on tatters of cloth.”

To which his accomplice and neighbour from Pakistan, Sabir Hussain added, “We can’t afford to do anything at all. We sit here through the day hoping someone will come around to give us some work.”

Alone during Eid in Dubai. Sajid, a daily wage worker.Abdul Majid was quick to tell me that Eid always has to be celebrated with family, but he was all alone in the UAE and found no reason to do so. He continued saying, “I have not spoken with my family back in Pakistan today. They have frequent power cuts and cannot charge their phones. Inshallah, I will speak with them tonight.”

Sajid

“We have no money to call. I have five children and a wife, and it will be great if I manage to speak with them tonight”, said Sabir Hussain.

We had already been in a conversation long enough, but only once or twice did the topic of the day, Eid, come up. They had bigger issues than to decide how to spend their day leisurely. While the rest of Dubai’s residents and tourists were being enticed by retailers to go shopping and splurge, these men carried on like Eid was no big deal at all.

On the other hand, some workers could afford a meal and take the day off to spend it with their friends. Another labourer around, Sajid said, “Eid to me is a phone call to my family. There’s nothing more than that. I am working today.

It’s the same for every man here. No one can meet the expense of celebrating here.”

They work every day of the year. When I told Abdul Majid that I was working and hadn’t eaten too, at once he sprung “Madam, should I buy you something to eat?” I was left speechless.

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First day as a Khaleej Times employee

I started working at Khaleej Times in September of 2014. Here's what my first day there was like...

Surprised? Unnerved? Excited? What should I have been on my first day as a web journalist for 

Khaleej Times? I am in the league of the big cats now, that’s all that ran through my mind. One step awry could mean deportation, or a promotion.

It feels good to be back in a newspaper office. Soul-satisfying. Different people, even more diverse thoughts and opinions; this is where I should’ve been all along. And finally I am.

Through the meet and greet in the department, everyone seems willingly helpful. An information overload on the first day, by that I mean new colleagues’ names, software names, usernames and anything else that could have a name. Followed by the dos and don’ts instructed to me, to the hows and whys asked by me, I’m sure this game of ping pong will continue.

What I like most is that people here talk, unlike writing elaborate emails for the smallest of reasons. Unless necessary.

So I’ve started with what I came here to do. It is taking me a little while to learn my way around, but sure looks like I’m getting there. Handling such a big platform, in the UAE as an expat can be a little intimidating. But then I look around and almost everyone’s an expat, which leads to sigh of relief. Something on the lines of “Don’t fear, we’re all expats here!”

Looking back at my first day, I spent half of it with a new employee like me. She is the first person I know from Jammu & Kashmir. The other half nudging my colleagues and editor with possibly stupid questions, but they took heed, which has made the second day look a little less confusing.

I’m convinced that it is one of the few jobs in the world that can make every day interesting.

This post first appeared on khaleejtimes.com

Who said it’s hard to get a driving licence in Dubai?

Like most of expats in Dubai, I came to the city with a mind to dwell among many nationalities and cultures while also earning a good living, but only for a couple of years. It has since been two years. I enjoy using public transport, which has proved to be very efficient in helping people like me get to get to work, to social meets and practically anywhere else I want to go. All it takes is a little effort. And thanks to apps like Wojhati and Google Maps, I’ve got around fairly well.

Without ever feeling the need to get a licence, one morning I woke up deciding to get one. It would not, indeed, be a bad idea to drive myself to wherever, whenever.
My tummy churned with anxiety as I thought: “There isn’t a chance that I am going to take some more classes, and dedicate more of my time and money in this driving licence ordeal.”

I’m a lazy lump, and that means I get work done in the fastest way possible, only to have enough time to laze around again. So my priority was to get it done in the quick.

Conveniently, I found a driving school that was about 700 metres away from my workplace. They also offered to pick and drop me through my practical lessons. Oh how the ‘lazy’ in me rejoiced. The icing? They dropped me to my theory classes too!

Most of my friends and acquaintances had taken up to four months to finally receive their driving licence, and that was one of the reasons I always stowed away the idea of having to even try. But now that I walked into the situation, I faced it as it came.

It took 20 days from my theory lesson to the theory test, and that’s when I thought, this is how slow I was told it was going to be. I passed in my first attempt (It would have killed my ego, had I failed). I went on with my practical lessons on the side — three days a week. Soon I was done with 20 classes and the internal mock test that followed. Listening to my friends I would have to wait about a month to get a road test slot.

On a more general course, the timeline from opening your file at a driving school to walking out with your UAE driving licence spans across three to four months, considering your performance in your mock test. If you fail that, the driving school will want you to take two more practical classes, followed by another mock test. And none of it is FOC.

To keep pace I went the following day of my last practical lesson, and voila! I got my road test slot within a week. Then came the big day, of which I had been warned one too many times. A handful of drivers I know had failed at least once, and why would I be any different?

Depending on the availability of a road test slot, I’ve noticed, women get it much quicker than men. Possibly because of the ratio of men and women in line to get a licence. A male co-learner got a slot a month later.

So I patiently waited for my turn; reversed the test car, drove out and about, returned, and waited for the judgment. After a while, the administrator at the school notified me that I have passed.

The test involved me driving the car on the streets around the school. The RTA inspector kept instructing me where I should turn, change lanes, and then finally stop.

Here is a tip: Stick to the rules. Always. The RTA examiner during my test wasn’t wearing her seatbelt, until I asked her to. It’s safer if you ask the co-examinees in the car, to wear their seatbelts too. Safety first, remember. In the following hour, I ran from one supervisor to another, got all the signatures, and walked out with a content heart and a UAE driving licence in my hand.

Most of this I owe to my driving instructor Nowsath Ali. His presence of mind, fun and innovative ways of teaching made the experience a breeze. Of all the inept instructor stories I’ve heard, he proved them all wrong.

Changing instructors a few times became a tale I heard ever so often. Three, four, five different people teaching you the same thing in five different ways makes the course much harder.

Stick to one or two instructors, follow the rules, stay alert and ask questions.

My instructor had me driving around the same block for about six classes. I asked for a change in route, suggesting the main road. He was pleased with my progress, and did in fact change track from a 40km internal road to a 60km one.

I still wonder what it is that everyone seems to be cribbing about when it comes to getting a driving licence in Dubai!

This post first appeared on khaleejtimes.com, well, because I'm their Web Journalist

A Lonely Mountain

Imagine all you see is just one mountain, in the middle of nowhere. There are lights that lead you to it, but they've been leading you all along, and you pass every streetlight, one at a time, hoping to get closer to that lone mountain.

And as you head towards it, you’re just being deceived by the many lights you drive by. There’s a dip in the temperature, the fog adds to your restlessness, you slow down. You want to go faster, but you want to stay alive to feed your curiosity too. As you fix your eyes on the curvy road, that brightly lit mountain switches from your left to your right. It’s right there; then you lose sight of it again. The road gets lonelier, the wind cooler, and your unsettling mind urges you to push forward at full speed.

You’ve driven too long to turn around. But Jabal Hafeet, that’s where you’ll stop. After that ride that you thought would never end, the top of the mountain looks so surreal. The city of Al Ain is at its feet. The same feet that you rose from. The valley is too dark to appreciate, but you’re sure it’s there. 



The breath of the wind is all you can hear, and it’s not calming. The cold breeze won’t let your car doors stay open. It’s the violent kind of gust. You defy it and walk across, taking in the freezing weather, in this forlorn desert.

While you’re there, you know well enough, that what you can see, is a just a fraction of what you’ve already seen. It’s not where you are, but what took you there. And for now, that would be me.

Those Five Hours in Dubai

Dubai Mall

I landed in Dubai and within 5 days I had to get off my lazy ass and take a look around. I took a cab straight to Dubai Mall, and was looking for Dubai Marina Mall, although any mall was good for starters. So I strolled around for about 4 hours, marvelling at all the luxury brands I’ve only ever written about, minus the free samples I got as a journalist. I wish I could’ve done more than ramble, but I had to be home soon. Curfew. Or something like that.

Wrong Trains and Stalker-Pains

I hurried to the metro station exit and slugged my way to the wrong platform. **My absent-mindedness screws me over sometimes. There are only two trains, one to home and one from. I still confidently got on the wrong one. Luckily, it was only after one stop that I realised and got off at the next station. I look around and whom do I see? A man, who got on the train with me at the Dubai Mall station. Oh! Well, back to my zombie-walking-self I switched platforms and took the train back home.

I have taken the train every day, for the last 2 years in Bombay, India, so this metro train was a refreshing change from the local trains back home. BUT, I can say for sure, Women all around the world are catty, bitchy and will kill you with their lethal stares if they please. Well, I was, and still am new to the country, so I sucked it up and finally reached my destination. During this journey, my phone decided to die on me, and I had no idea where the hell I lived. I had a slight clue of things around, and there are taxis so that didn't worry me too much. Got out of the station and decided to walk home.

Nonchalantly, I walked in the wrong direction, but realised quick enough to turn around and spot the same guy from the wrong station. He was definitely following me, and now I was a little hyper. No phone, no address, no cop in sight. While I ran up to the metro information desk, I met a guy with the same surname as mine - immediate connection in a foreign land – he sorted me out with directions, advising I take a cab. I did just that, and confused the poor cabbie, who also figured I was new to the city, but he got me right where I was hoping to reach - home.

All through my encounters with different people from different races, countries and planets, I can say for sure, no one was in a bad mood that day.

If you’re new to Dubai:

• ·  Write your address on a sheet of paper, and keep this paper with you at all times.
• ·  Minimum cab fare is AED 10, even if the metre starts at AED 3.
• ·  Get a NOL card. You can use it at the metro stations and a few buses too. It’s about AED 20.
• ·  You cannot eat, drink water or even chew gum on the train.
• ·  Act like you know where you’re going, even if you’re lost.