tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48573065012795031082024-03-14T08:09:43.309+00:00Mooli'smathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-50005487566586670652012-01-09T12:34:00.001+00:002012-01-09T12:35:27.496+00:00Lessons for the Virgin Restaurateur (Part 2) : The Navigator<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_onSypyrVmtVsQazPSGeV3N6r1-p0WlZ7NNsax6vHnNg8UeyBhyy-MmRJu02lO85gIxqppXKNnt90hoOqnllL60u38mjCJcn5gJLTsLT5iHGLXuhu0JNMUlg1VIAAK0_Fld48rlm1pJyq/s1600/tomtom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_onSypyrVmtVsQazPSGeV3N6r1-p0WlZ7NNsax6vHnNg8UeyBhyy-MmRJu02lO85gIxqppXKNnt90hoOqnllL60u38mjCJcn5gJLTsLT5iHGLXuhu0JNMUlg1VIAAK0_Fld48rlm1pJyq/s1600/tomtom.jpg" /></a></div>There are a huge number of people out here who are dying to give up their jobs to start a restaurant in London, a bar in NY, a beach shack in Goa, a coffee shop in Hackney…..</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And you must do it. It is one of the most fun and creative things you could do. No doubt you will approach the project with the fearlessness and exuberance of a young puppy. You will have fresh new ideas that no battle hardened veteran will dream of dreaming. But it is out of a marriage of fresh ideas and old fashioned experience that a successful restaurant is born and thrives. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Because when you hit turbulence, and lets face it you will hit turbulence, you want an experienced hand to help you navigate. Because they have seen it before. In fact they will probably see the turbulence coming before it breaks.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I am a big fan of two young brands – Byron and Pod - that look like they will go on to become institutions in London. They aren’t doing anything revolutionary. The first serves proper burgers, and the second is a variant of Pret – just healthier and a little more interesting. Simple concepts, an improvement on the existing order, but executed brilliantly. Behind both of these brands lies the seasoned hand of Pizza Express & Pret veterans.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Restaurants are a special animal. The principles are simple (good food, good service, good prices, good location), but their operations are complex. Find yourself an experienced navigator to get them to buy into your vision. Someone who you will listen to, but not follow slavishly. And get them on board early.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-35204149482331315852011-12-24T13:22:00.001+00:002011-12-24T13:24:54.329+00:005 tips for the virgin restaurateurThese are things i've come to learn, not necessarily did.<br />
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1. Choose your first location with the same attention you would use when you buy your first house*<br />
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2. Look after customers like you would welcome guests in your home**<br />
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3. Your kitchen and its team is your engine. Dont stick a Ferrari engine into a beat up old shell. And vice versa***<br />
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4. Look after your staff like you would if you were an ambitious Indian mother****<br />
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5. It is never going to be like you expected it*****<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">* <i>Take a long hard look at your neighbours. You need to appeal to them as well. Gauge the volume and quality of the footfall at different times of the day, during different seasons. How much work does the site need to bring it up to your requirements? Dont buy in Chelsea unless you can keep up with the Chelsea set.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">** <i>I intentionally said guests not friends. Keep it warm and welcoming, but these are not close friends who are already familiar and comfortable being in your house. So make them comfortable.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*** <i>H</i><i>igh maintenance? Insurance costs? Reliability? Are you riding on slow city roads, or do you also want to crank it up for the highway? Think long an hard about the engine driver.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">**** <i>Everyday is the eve of the IIT exam. F</i><i>eed them well. Love them lots but make them study hard. Ever so often you need to wear the pants.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">***** The highs are higher and the lows are lower.</span></i>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-21639136892640041782011-06-26T21:57:00.001+01:002011-06-27T02:36:55.100+01:00SennaSam told me to watch Senna. So I did. Its a truly inspiring documentary.<br />
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And it struck me that F1 has so many parallels to business. Senna was so successful because he was a great driver. With a great team. Which had a great car. And this great driver, team and car could adapt well to different tracks and different conditions on each of these tracks. In fact they came into their own when the conditions turned rainy and slippery.<br />
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And on the odd occassion that they failed, it was because one of the key parts failed. Or they didnt know how to play politics that Prost could. Or they didnt keep up with technology that Benneton pioneered.<br />
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Its all about getting everything right. Every day. Every year.mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-54098643219815448132011-06-19T13:39:00.000+01:002011-06-19T13:39:38.036+01:00Finding Mr MiyagiBusiness is hard. Yes, you will learn on the job, but sometimes you need the wise counsel of someone who has done it before. Someone who is truly independent and isnt a shareholder or a business partner.<br />
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Find yourself a Mr Miyagi.<br />
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Happy Fathers Day foks. Give your dad a hug, and seek his counsel.mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-67165637128690007342011-06-14T00:17:00.001+01:002011-06-14T00:18:54.293+01:00Running uphillWhen you go for a run, what music do you listen to?<br />
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I tend to do most of my running in the hilly terrain of Highgate, so I tend to put together playlists really carefully. I try to mix it up, steady grinders from Chicane and Chemical Brothers help me on the gradual climbs.....<br />
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But when I get to really steep climbs, I call on the heavy artillery and forward to real uplifting tracks....infectious energy from the likes of Scooter.<br />
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Starting up your own business is like hill running. Some will run straight up the steepest path. They might get to the top in good time, but end up bushed and breathless. And some will speed up and tire themselves out each time they hear a really upbeat song, or each time someone whizzes past them. Some will run along the contours and get there much slower with a bit of gas in the tank, pause for a breath and then take on the next hill.<br />
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I dont think there is a right way. To each his own. Just make sure you are armed with the full range of songs so that you can change gears when you need to. And definitely have a great bunch of pacemakers in your team.<br />
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Glory hunters. <div><br /></div><div>Conjures up images of swarms of people who love winning.<br /><br />And what is wrong with that?<br /><br />The spluttering economy needs winners. The economy needs glory hunters. Back a winning concept. Back a winning team.<br /></div>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-82524028040974574882011-04-28T02:26:00.005+01:002011-04-28T03:01:18.173+01:00The SandwichSo this week we got nominated by the British Sandwich Association for the award of Independent Sandwich Bar of the Year. It came in the same week that a descendant of the <a href="http://www.earlofsandwich.co.uk/">Earl of Sandwich tried to reclaim his legacy</a>. <div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.sandwich.org.uk/awards/2011/shortlist.shtml">http://www.sandwich.org.uk/awards/2011/shortlist.shtml</a></div><div><br /></div><div>At first I was thrilled. And then I wasnt. Really, are we just a sandwich bar?</div><div><br /></div><div>But now i'm thrilled again. Acid Jazz is also Jazz no?</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KJkoBH68njQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zHfg71tAcOI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-87683646842660649382011-04-05T14:58:00.005+01:002011-04-09T14:44:12.366+01:00Letter XX: True love and Randomness<div align="justify">Dear Son</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">If you are the son I would hope you would be then you will have noticed that this letter is the first with a subject title. These are two important topics I hope to expand on in this letter and others. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">True love, your grandmother once said, is "when you have lost your limbs in a car accident and your partner washes your bum after a semi-solid number 2". Admittedly your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grandmother</span> was, at the time she told me this, in the thrall of her latest yogi but there is a lot of truth there that I want you to remember. I will not bore you about ditties on love, but I would just tell you to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">remember</span> two things. First, read the great C19 poet, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ghalib</span>, to understand the true meaning of the idea of love and, in his own life, the dangers of marrying young and being imprisoned. I should add that at the very least if you are hoping to find a bride from the sub-continent (I wonder if they still call it that) then have a copy of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ghalib's</span> book in your pocket, visible to the eyes of the world. This will impress any Asian lady with an interest in history and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mughal</span> era. Second, do not forget that any relationship you have must give you the space for the randomness of life and give you the space to dream. Some people hate this but our family has a tradition of embracing it, which is why I had to divorce your mother (I discussed this in my previous letter). </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Randomness and dreaming brings me to a topic I have not touched on in a few letters, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mooli's</span>. As I write this you have just left the room for your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Latin</span> lesson, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mooli's</span> has gone from strength to strength, with more reviews in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">natonal</span> press. Its expansion is imminent. But I wanted to share with you some ideas I had - I am not sure how concrete they are but they represent my current thinking. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I was wondering what makes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mooli's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">mooli's</span>. Or what was it or is it that attracted me to it and its idea. Beyond just the bond of friendships, it was the idea of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mooli's</span>. Driven by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">passion</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mooli's</span> was not trying to follow the party line for other food stores. That idea, for me at this moment, is key and must at some level feature in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">mooli's</span> story and growth. But how? One way would be to avoid too much standardisation. Why does every branch have to look the same? Why can't an active interest be taken in giving each branch its own personality. This may seem mad but it is not as anti-brand as it may sound. It should be possible to maintain some unity or link to all the shops without <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">sacrificing</span> or giving in to the chain store (even if it is just 3 or 4) mentality affecting other brands. Similarly some of the branding that has been done well must be refreshed and replaced with new ideas - some of the posters are fun, cute and random but the randomness quickly dissipates if it is displayed frequently. At core, one reason why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">mooli's</span> can continue to lay claim to being a bit different is that it has not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">succumbed</span> to having a big a menu - the founders should not give in to temptation here. Keeping it simple is the biggest scream that "of course we would like to be profitable but at the same time we have a philosophy of doing a few things well and here they are". Many established and growing brands can't say that. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">With this I will leave you for today. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Yours</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Dad</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-36292994714637004612011-03-31T18:34:00.019+01:002011-03-31T19:30:40.551+01:00Well i'm in Mumbai and i'm waiting for the miracle<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdMvCXRZwKMQPoMBDqX6YuZiFVsMwPO0O1jT0OboTDIvb5sbHLMeup5OubhXsKrJjWpylg8lHDCwkk0bhe-dsUM6x9g9Xys38qbabJH0XHYVsmXD8a9apoKiiyZ1JaQq9WcHgwBNCdTKw/s400/indian-cricket-team1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590308539534329762" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>28 years since we last won the World Cup. and we've really pushed the boat out for this one.</b><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>We've assembled a star cast of specials - things that we've been craving. Its looks something like this.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. <b>Alphonso mangoes</b>. On their ownsome. <i>Because there is no mango in the world like an alphonso mango.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="font-style: normal; ">2. <b>Old Monk rum</b>. Thumsup (taste the</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">thunder). Dash of lime. <i>Because this is the only rum & coke I drank when I was sixteen</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><i>in Bangalore.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">3.<b> Limca.</b> Because Limca has "isotonic salts to quench your </span></i></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "> thirst"</span></i></div></span></i></div></div></span></i><br /></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div></span></i></div><div><b>4. Masala bhoondi raita.</b> Because its nice to pretend like we're having an Indian summer and we need something to cool us down.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIw1eZqZDN_f6p3Wx3XYy_GYzXHJSrwxhw1ly8nFH1Z8nS32xwvCv0k82ex7d3N71kcnjkfReQ8mbPfFraGnyj00-xi1v8HBZMDOqbx6r4w8c3QgWMvxyJDXbCv9iv6-M2bExYgS1yhJZ/s200/alphonso_mangoes.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590304111925876562" /></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PrqSNoacrsLQ0i2-7QJxhCyiyVwxG4FoCgDoRfTG-5xnLWYdJ5HZQQHL1WfMWeDCCSt1GU-LzJADfJGWfHwhWOrOjRe5wtcz4t8djI5pzwDssyEbDTfg5kHOd87RVdyr9ezIf2DlJIyE/s200/limca.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590304914453049074" /></div><div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">5.<b> The haleem </b><b>(goat) mooli</b>. Because 3/4 of the semi finalists were from the sub-continent.</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">6. <b>Aloo papdi chaat</b>. Because it is the ultimate street food.</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">7. <b>Lots of nibbles</b> - spicy peanuts, spicy cashewnuts, chewda, sev, banana chips.</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">8. <b>Kingfisher</b>. Because we love kingfisher.</div></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhZxA_PN-Yi4MPj0V2ZP45Ttggz9LdU7jzrwennVx1AVV3rJCdTVkHp9oCDymIGE6t32RrLHt3RHMDP6OYhuks4aMUJs7oKqIpZivKcaYE1JbcRnW1By-PDNWbKH7daxh8O4pJbyzTljK/s400/aloo+papdi+chaat.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590310151038216386" /></span></i></div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The party begins tomorrow (Friday, the 1st of April) at 4pm. If you'd like to munch on moolis while you watch the match at home - call us on 02074949075 and order a mini-mooli platter box. You'll get 15 mini moolis and dipping chutneys.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYDawAZJa8aUxrr-Kcu_lMN9h1DVsi9PVUkF5n40vJvN8mGMe4ye1tScGXpD9RMirudU0_B3YTFWBDQ2jD6QgagajHWTZ1MuWWM-1hEFxnmbZ55x_Uj77pqiWGofySkZdLZZpSM_RUPjD/s320/moolis+delivered.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590307920876734146" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18oGau6_X5wLjP4Rg26kLA_MTFmmKUMvWLC5HfSxX7DcvI891-vImJASRpMx_DhxCo1pJDduabBpeaDa3HU-PWRIgrG_1p6fqfvxyBPLf7rZc5Ct9Sw45S-BQyC03NSOu8sjCJ5l9U-By/s320/thumsup.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590305540686123906" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And definitely stop over after the match. <b><span class="Apple-style-span">Lets drink the bar dry.</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rn4STl_dWqQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-11416308046738299842011-02-28T00:55:00.003+00:002011-02-28T01:05:08.794+00:00Horses Running Endlessly<div><h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-weight: normal; ">Yesterday, I had the pleasure of visiting the Gabriel Orozco exhibition at the Tate. I thought that one of his installation pieces - "Horses Running Endlessly" was a very good reflection of the quick service restaurant industry at the moment.....a land grab involving the West End, City, Westfield, Canary Wharf, the East, Islington, Kensington.....and back. </span></span></h5></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3CiGhJKFJiq7ZffjrOXnwGm7LlscjTtxNnz_moIoViquge5tvjnsTClH_Mi_2Mjz1DuUagyDPnb6qE_aK6AyflPLlE53HOiuJdBUm1MugmTuQLWHuatatFWieHQVMYOmpM8FJFIoKK07/s1600/HorsesRunningEndlessly.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3CiGhJKFJiq7ZffjrOXnwGm7LlscjTtxNnz_moIoViquge5tvjnsTClH_Mi_2Mjz1DuUagyDPnb6qE_aK6AyflPLlE53HOiuJdBUm1MugmTuQLWHuatatFWieHQVMYOmpM8FJFIoKK07/s400/HorsesRunningEndlessly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578538593538824786" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; " ><h5 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: normal; ">Orozco has created a variant of chess, with four colours of square on a board which is four times as large as normal. This altered game is wholly populated with knights, the only chessmen to move horizontally and vertically in a single move. With no king to capture, the conventional goal of the game has disappeared, leaving the possibility of an infinite circular dance of pieces."</span></i></h5></span>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-2633072457789668232011-02-02T09:23:00.004+00:002011-02-02T09:35:48.027+00:00Why do we do it?I get asked this question all the time.<div><br /></div><div><b><i>"What made you do it???"</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Why does someone throw up many years of education, a "good" profession in the City....to start Mooli's. At a fraction of the pay, and six times the hard work and stress.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because its REAL. Everyday we touch the lives of 400 odd people. We make their lunch breaks a little brighter or we finish off their day with a little bit of sunshine.</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="tweet-user-name">"@<a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/lovelychaos" title="Jessica Elvidge">lovelychaos</a> </span>Oh god I don't want to leave soho and its warm embrace and @<a href="http://twitter.com/moolis">moolis</a>"</span></b></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="tweet-user-name">"@<a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/onsomuchfire" title="Aaron H">onsomuchfire</a> </span>Thank god for @<a href="http://twitter.com/Moolis">Moolis</a>. There is nothing a goat and cumin potato roll cannot cure"</span></b></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="tweet-user-name">"@<a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/helenmusic" title="Helen Sims">helenmusic</a> </span>Mmmmmmmmmmmmoolis....!"</span></b></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; " ><i><b>"@<span class="tweet-user-name"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left-color: windowtext; border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; "><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/ndeigman" title="Nicholas Deigman">ndeigman</a></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left-color: windowtext; border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; "> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); ">I will never eat anywhere that isn't @<a href="http://twitter.com/moolis"><span style="color:#0084B4;border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm">moolis</span></a><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>ever again as long as I live (or as long as I work in <st1:place st="on">Soho</st1:place>... which ever ends first.)"</span></b></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="tweet-user-name"><span style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left-color: windowtext; border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; ">"</span><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left-color: windowtext; border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; line-height: 21px; ">@<a href="http://twitter.com/#!/CharlesGillett" title="Charles Gillett">CharlesGillett</a></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left-color: windowtext; border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; "> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 21px; "> Just decided upon waking up hungover, I'm getting a goat @moolis tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it so much, my eyes are bleeding"</span></span></b></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everyday people thank us for their mooli. And that is priceless. That is why we do it. And we now need to reach more people.</p></div>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-4075577868179919292010-12-30T19:27:00.009+00:002010-12-30T19:45:51.261+00:00Strengths are Weaknesses. And vice versa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8REqA5fLZganVOoySj-02QI1oXc1Ex1gg1-4qKHWSZjU9s1WTNqsTKo-1GHh0KI8OR35R-IMgqvZW2ulE-pR1e33Q-p2tziGcn1Qtt3TCpfCdF6YAOam9JhWSgYHPB9hHmkL2R60S7wxg/s1600/filter+kaapi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556563327704542722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8REqA5fLZganVOoySj-02QI1oXc1Ex1gg1-4qKHWSZjU9s1WTNqsTKo-1GHh0KI8OR35R-IMgqvZW2ulE-pR1e33Q-p2tziGcn1Qtt3TCpfCdF6YAOam9JhWSgYHPB9hHmkL2R60S7wxg/s200/filter+kaapi.jpg" border="0" /></a> I’ve spent almost three weeks back home now, travelling in Kerala, Chennai, Mumbai and Bangalore. Reminding myself of the things I love the most (and least) about Indian cuisine…here are a few ramblings<br /><div><br />1. There still isn’t any coffee in the West that can match a well made south Indian filter coffee (kaapi). Not an espresso in Milan, not a macchiato in Monmouth, not even my beloved piccolo from Milk Bar. The South Indian Filter Kaapi is strong, yet milky. Light yet creamy. To die for.</div><div><br />2. There are now fast food chains everywhere. McD’s and KFC strewn around far too liberally. As are Café Coffee Day, Kaati Zone, Subway and lots of other crap. The best Indian fast food is still the chaat wallahs of the North and the Udupi restaurants of the South. </div><div><br />3. Most Indian restaurant food continues to be extremely heavy. Heavy on spice, heavy on ghee, light on freshness. Not many lunches have gone by without me needing a little snooze in the afternoon, one of lifes little pleasures.<br /></div><div> </div><div>4. The <a href="http://lululoveslondon.blogspot.com/2006/07/bangalore-diary-bangalore-club.html">Old School clubs</a> (of the gym-khana variety) set up by the British still rock. They still do some of the best tikkas, naans, chicken s’wiches and fesh lime sodas. And the service still as wonderfully laid back.<br /></div><br /><div>I’ve had lots of time to think about Mooli’s. Everything that we have (and haven’t) managed to achieve in the last year. When Aditya (an IIM alumnus with a soft spot for a goat mooli) kindly prepared a SWOT analysis for us, one recurring theme was that our biggest weaknesses also happen to be our biggest strengths. And vice versa. Coffee is one of the most profitable items to sell, but we still don’t serve coffee at Mooli’s because we didn’t want the distraction that would have been required to serve an outstanding cup of coffee. We haven’t yet hired a manager because we wanted to personally make sure that everything was just right. Our menu is still incredibly focused despite the demand to serve dosas, madhur vadas, poha, masala omlettes and everything that somebodys grandmother once cooked for them. We use pomegranates, green apple, spring onions, grated carrot and romaine lettuce and other fresh stuff liberally, despite protests from our more conventional customers. We wouldn’t dream of franchising, even though that would be the most obvious way to grow and conquer. </div><br /><div></div><div>It is great to know your strengths and play to them. But in this industry, there is a fine dividing line between the two.</div>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-69571728431569734232010-12-13T13:12:00.005+00:002010-12-13T14:50:40.107+00:00Know who you areI have been religiously reading <a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/">Seth Godin's blog</a> for a while now. His posts tend to be insightful and to the point. This is my attempt at writing a Seth Godin type post. <br /><br />Some people are better than others at knowing who they are. What makes them tick, what they're good at, what they're weak at, what motivates them, what's <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> important to them. The increased self-awareness helps them make tough decisions, prioritise and ultimately make their lives better. <br /><br />It is the same with companies. The really strong companies know exactly who they are. What they are really good at, what they won't compromise on, what kind of people fit in their organisation. This doesn't mean they aren't flexible, just that they are aware of their DNA so when faced with big decisions, they know which way to go. <br /><br />Many years ago I remember having an espresso (with jaffa cakes of course) with a friend at the BCG coffee station. I was telling him how Mooli's would be great at everything. He paused and said, 'you can't be great at everything'. He was right. <br /><br />Figure out who you are. What's really important to you, what you won't compromise on, what you are going to focus on. <br /><br />Then go kick some ass.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-81661377514295936842010-12-03T22:49:00.008+00:002010-12-03T23:45:57.007+00:00Pubescent Mooli's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYs1PzjScoBC2OyH0ROoYKPa06InaHIxeh8wD-btlgpKQyA0gixp0WIoLSdewy9PYVV1WoqePCWicC2vkJeW6WKU_kSc_kLZAx3c3Y25xtL-KxLneHEKZd2gbux-aAanfMIDevQsA_lVE/s1600/img_1399.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYs1PzjScoBC2OyH0ROoYKPa06InaHIxeh8wD-btlgpKQyA0gixp0WIoLSdewy9PYVV1WoqePCWicC2vkJeW6WKU_kSc_kLZAx3c3Y25xtL-KxLneHEKZd2gbux-aAanfMIDevQsA_lVE/s200/img_1399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546593694288089794" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Puberty is the process of physical changes by which a child's body becomes an adult body capable of reproduction."</span></i><br /><br />I've spent so much time reading TABs blog posts, that i'm starting to write atrocious stuff like him. I just wish i was as funny. His posters have been photographed so many times that I suspect he'll get the call up from one of the big Soho ad agencies pretty soon.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But this blog has always had an uncomfortably honest streak about it, so screw it, lets talk about it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We're at that very awkward stage. looking, acting and sounding a bit different from the babes we once were. but quite inconsistently. One day, we're dying to professionalise our management and operations, and the next day we're still fretting over whether the water jugs have been refilled. we come down hard when someone is late, and go soft over.....well soft stuff. </span>it is so easy to be seduced by smooth talking financiers, PR agencies and landlords. and yes, everyday our mooli seems to get bigger.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Under the influence of androgens, the voice box, or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larynx" title="Larynx" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; ">larynx</a>, grows in both sexes. This growth is far more prominent in boys, causing the male voice to drop and deepen, sometimes abruptly but rarely over night. </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; ">Occasionally, voice change is accompanied by unsteadiness of vocalization</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; ">" </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We're nice guys at heart, but are trying to unleash that ruthless streak that businessmen seem to need. i suspect every start-up goes through these growing pains but it must take its toll on those within close range. its great that we've got a wonderful team who are also learning to fly with us. the wind beneath.</span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5BJXwNeKsQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5BJXwNeKsQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-53253831820265110132010-11-19T21:11:00.006+00:002010-11-19T21:20:29.830+00:00Soup wordingThe men at mooli's asked for some ideas for the wording on the soups they are about to launch. Here are some that spring to mind. The randomness of ideas is such that I hope you too will chip in with your thoughts:<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The mofo of soups*</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>As wholesome as the Happy days and the Cosby Show.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>We never set out to make soups. But these are so tasty (and the increase in VAT) that our hand was forced. Did we already mention the increase in VAT?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>If we were corny and cute we would say these soups are like a warm delicious hug. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*I have this in mind for the chicken stew</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-9833534780940093022010-11-19T00:42:00.003+00:002010-11-19T00:59:06.471+00:00Takeaway copy<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">"Please do not worry about dropping food on the floor. It will not be wasted as we will feed it to our staff."</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">"mooli's are so meta."</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">"If you find a better indian roll with delicious fillings wrapped in homemade rotis, then please do not tell us. Honesty."</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">"Mooli's is the ideal food for self-hating Indians and those who are unable to properly use an apostrophe."</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"Don't be a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">door</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> Knob, buy a mooli."</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"A number of people have mentioned how they had a similar idea to mooli's. How nice."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; ">"Mooli's: where cows, goats, chickens and channa come to die."</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-66203161495205337902010-11-13T14:06:00.003+00:002010-11-13T14:41:31.137+00:00Chicken stew for.......Ok, so winter is truly here. Its cold, dark and miserable.<br /><br />Mama mooli came to town to celebrate our anniversary, and i'm seizing the opportunity to sharpen up our Malabar chicken stew (Kozhi ishtoo in Kerala) recipe. Some of you got a sneak preview over Onam a few months ago, but its going to be even better.<br /><br />Typical of us Syrian Christians of Kerala, its a really unusual dish. The flavours are genuinely subtle and mild - so mild that we'd eat it at breakfast with pal appams (a rice pancake that is soft in the middle and crisp and flaky on the edges) or iddi-appams (rice vermicilli or string hoppers). Yes, it is mild but its got the most gorgeous and balanced flavour - whole spices (fresh peppercorns, green chilli, cinnamon, cardamom, bay leaves, cloves) stewed with coconut milk, chicken, potatoes, ginger-garlic, shallots and celery.<br /><br />There is no other Indian dish that I know of which has so much flavour and is yet so subtle. Like bullets with butterfly wings. Our antidote to the winter blues should be ready in a few days.<br /><br />And just for the record, the lady in the video is not mama mooli. And the voice over is definitely not me!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8f2YECc-xw?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8f2YECc-xw?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-57160702369150016232010-11-08T22:06:00.006+00:002010-11-08T22:56:27.725+00:00We've come a long long way together<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAuforRqt45IoDBJE9e2zlBlnnrUb99qK7fUPyHxARgLcw3pFNrkIH5ES4NkkbbyPb8y3ANTV53HF8kpIrTEePcmNVQfX9h3nW9iRTMkSeA5ptpkVSnLCt7NTmBhM2exfQC8WcLUI3QUa2/s1600/fatboy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAuforRqt45IoDBJE9e2zlBlnnrUb99qK7fUPyHxARgLcw3pFNrkIH5ES4NkkbbyPb8y3ANTV53HF8kpIrTEePcmNVQfX9h3nW9iRTMkSeA5ptpkVSnLCt7NTmBhM2exfQC8WcLUI3QUa2/s400/fatboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537313979999380306" /></a><br /><br />Of course I would write tonight. In a couple of hours we will complete one full year. Many said that we would not make it. <br /><br />Tonight I'd like to dwell on some of our favourite mistakes. They were mistakes, because had we known better we might not have made them. But i'm glad we made them.<br /><br />1. We thought we were a better dinner product than a lunch product. LOL. Had we known better we would have opened in the City. But we would have probably ended up being just another sandwich bar in the City. Today we are Mooli's from Soho. And the City landlords are calling out to us. At last weeks "Restaurant Conference" we were named in Davis Coffer's presentation on "The Killer Brands Every Landlord Wants".<br /><br />2. We didnt really understand real estate. We didnt realise that 50 Frith Street which is just 20 metres from heaving Old Comption Street was 20 metres too far. But then again, we are now mentioned in the same breath as our neighbours Barrafina and Koya. Not Tuk Tuk Noodles and £3 Veg Buffet.<br /><br />3. We didnt know how much time and money and space it would take to make fresh rotis in Soho. We could have crammed in 20 more chairs, reduced our labour costs by 10% and gained a few hours of extra sleep instead of rushing down everytime Moolita acted up. But screw that.<br /><br />4. We didnt realise that opening in winter would be so much harder than opening in summer. Word of Mouth marketing is slower in winter so we had to sweat blood and tears to win our custom. We learned the hard way. But we learned.<br /><br />Megan's ipod is playing "Feeling Groovy" by S&G. Its been ages since I heard this track.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJBhdKrwTOc?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJBhdKrwTOc?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />So here's to making a few more (favourite) mistakes. Starting your own business is also about making mistakes, and learning from them. Do come and join us for a drink tomorrow evening as we celebrate our first anniversary.mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-24230730245920946162010-10-27T11:19:00.006+01:002010-10-27T11:59:01.674+01:00the Real Estate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzaPePmd9OzIOM83uBB7Am1HDmJXwyHgpu8WZ9IVeb6IDSrZpJZA8GZbJN9NeSwb7X6eZqkeegQ9M94_Qxb09LesuT5V-TIY_kTD53lKRKfrsmAIzf4vfXiaPS32RgM_GaPwRq-1GU9sla/s1600/signage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzaPePmd9OzIOM83uBB7Am1HDmJXwyHgpu8WZ9IVeb6IDSrZpJZA8GZbJN9NeSwb7X6eZqkeegQ9M94_Qxb09LesuT5V-TIY_kTD53lKRKfrsmAIzf4vfXiaPS32RgM_GaPwRq-1GU9sla/s400/signage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532675745578320450" /></a><br />we've been lax. I know. ignoring the blog just because there was a real business to run.<br /><br />the last few weeks, months and years, it feels like we've learned so much about Real Estate. i dont know the origins of the term, but i'm sure there is a very good reason its called the Real Estate.<br /><br />foodie brands that have managed to grow, grow fast and grow well, have all figured out the real estate game. which is a real minefield. and there are some great brands with great products who are still stuttering along because they dont get it. Real Estate that is. <br /><br />did you know that 20 metres is sometimes 20 metres too far? so lots of people think we have the most amazing location - 50 Frith Street. 20 metres from Old Compton, which is the most bustling steet in Soho. but it is possibly 20 metres too far. that said, despite the limited seating, the foil wrapping and our reluctance to hand out cutlery, Mooli's has become a destination now, and Frith Street is a destination street, not a drop-in street.<br /><br />it gets even more bizarre. ever thought you could be on the wrong side of the street? you may have found a fab location on the best street, but if the passing trade walks on the other side because.....maybe because that is where the tube spills out, or that is where the pavement is broader....then you dont have such a good location. Can you really be on the wrong side of Fleet Street, Upper Street or Regent Street?<br /><br />on a related, but unrelated point, make sure you know your product well. what is commonly a dinner product in the US, Vietnam or India, may be a better lunch product in the UK. and vice versa. burritos are far more popular here at lunch than dinner. Dim Sum seems to be becoming a dinner product in London, when it was traditionally a brunch thingy. which way will it swing for Mooli's? We're doing a roaring lunch trade from a Soho location that has never had a good lunch trade..... <br /><br />and then there is the whole game of A1 v. A3 locations. and Premiums. and Extraction. Sam identified this way back when we were still writing the second draft of our business plan. I wont go into the details of the joys of A1 locations, but i suspect industry peers and hopefuls are smiling quietly to themselves.mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-22839752223637973972010-08-11T21:31:00.004+01:002010-08-11T22:51:21.737+01:00cheers to Independence..........its been well over a year now since I quit UBS. Its been well over 2 years since Sam left BCG. Independence my friends, is certainly not overrated.<br /><br />And so this weekend we celebrate Independence Day at Mooli's. I say "we" because we've been adopted by loads of homesick Pakistanis as well. Well....... the recipe for "our" Punjabi Goat could well have come from "their" Punjab. Indo-Pak rivalry is best left to the cricket pitch and politicians.<br /><br />Raju has been planning some killer specials for a while now. We're having spicy & tangy papdi chaat. And a special (chatpatta) channa mooli with spicy kimchi. And if we ask very nicely, Raju might even do a mattar-kheema mooli. To flaunt our independence, we wont translate that into English English :-)<br /><br />We know its Ramzan. It is flooding in Pakistan. And we're getting hammered in cricket by the Kiwis. But..... we always have someting to celebrate.<br /><br />So come down and raise a toast to Independence with us. We've got the specials on all day on Saturday (14th August) and until 5pm on Sunday (15th August).<br /><br />PS: We asked the bosses and they're OK with us staying open this Sunday.<br /><br />PS2: Obviously, everyone is invited. You dont have to have a passport which is filled with innumerable visas and work permits.<br /><br />This isnt meant to insult anyone, its just hilarious!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KsN0fM3KJI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KsN0fM3KJI</a>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-4719395790592676322010-07-13T18:02:00.004+01:002010-07-13T18:14:41.457+01:00My first postFrom 50 Frith St. A few more tag-line candidates: <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"Don't be a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">door</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> Knob, buy a mooli."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"The bargain is simple: we act friendly and show an interest in your life, you buy a mooli."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"We won't lie. We are out to get you addicted to our mwizzle*.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">*in common parlance a mooli, which in turn comes from the latin, <i>moliato</i>."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"A mooli is the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tractatus_Logico-Philosophicus" title="Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> of the food world."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"A number of people have mentioned how they had a similar idea to mooli's. How nice."</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-91688867396459562552010-07-11T15:25:00.003+01:002010-07-11T15:37:14.734+01:00Der Spiegel<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><b>Introducing the Gandhi Mooli. Please don't eat it.</b></span></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">-"Marketing ideas that were rejected", </span>Vogue, Vol 24, 2010 (Marketing special)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Mooli's aren't bad and certainly not special. </b></i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Psychologico Reverso, Vol 1, Issue 3. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Imagine a burrito taking out a Mumbai frankie for a date, wining and dining her and then making sweet love to her against the background music of Teddy Pendergrass. But then the frankie has a little daliiance with a sashimi. It is out of that triangular relationship that a mooli is born.</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Long and Winded Weekly, Issue 4. </div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-4069851464691042822010-07-01T06:39:00.002+01:002010-07-01T06:58:00.751+01:00funny how time flies (when you're having fun)<a href="http://moolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-now-or-never.html">a year ago,</a> i was about to leave for the US. <br /><br />"i fly to San Antonio, Texas on Wednesday in search of the perfect bread and then to Las Vegas, Nevada to play the World Series of Poker, Main Event."<br /><br />that was a fun trip. we finally found <a href="http://moolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/bread-final-frontier.html">Moolita</a>. i busted out of the World Series on day 2 (but tried hard to get on ESPN by watching Phil Ivey). <br /><br />a year on... fresh rotis made daily at 50 Frith Street. slow January evenings. record days in June. Evening Standard. mouth-watering Indian street food. the goat mooli. Federer losing in the quarters of Wimbledon. mooli champions. twitter. Mathew offering a discounted mooli in a gay bar (this is true). accounts (boring). German mooli (Germany should reach the finals just so we can make this - we have a killer idea). LBS. twitter. facebook. Rahul Dravid @moolis. the bobotie mooli. dal. pomegranate power (copyright Hannah Botham). mooli tuesday. 104 mojitos. twitter. <br /><br />it's 6.30 fucking am. thankfully i only have the evening shift today. i was telling a friend the other day that i need a proper holiday. well, i'm in luck. this Sunday, exactly a year after i flew to San Antonio, Texas, i fly to Sicily. <br /><br />the godfather.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-28274434580125868322010-06-25T05:31:00.006+01:002010-06-25T22:56:30.564+01:00Letter IV<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium; ">Dear Aristu-Jah,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My son I hope you have been enlightened by my first three letters to you. Rather than burden you with another chapter in my life and (by now) my not so implicit messages for the one you will lead as you enter your nineteenth year, I thought in this fourth letter I would focus on a small but niggling disappointment. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You have probably heard of Mooli's, the hugely popular Indian eatery. What you may not know is that I knew the owners well and witnessed first hand its establishment from a stall to its first branch in Soho, which I believe is no longer there (you may not believe it, but Soho was a trendy place at the time; the action switched to the other side of Oxford street). At the time Mooli's had a focus on just 5 mooli rolls with various tasty fillings (my favourite used to be Paneer until your mother's vegetarian ways (not to mention her all round poor cooking) put me off paneer forever). </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One of my early suggestions was for a breakfast mooli to be introduced. I just thought this would be a great idea, and was sure that a soft spicy egg filling in a warm fresh chappati roll would be a winner. And importantly it did not have to be sold in the morning - it was a strength that it could be sold late in the day. At the time there were very few offerings like this. But the idea was never adopted despite its attraction. I even shared a story of my childhood about the love of egg rolls to evoke similar stories in others, even though ultimately the story featured a man who had touched me with more than his cooking skills. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The idea was politely rejected. However, egg did feature in a mooli the founders introduced for the world cup in 2010 (which England surprisingly won). It was placed in a filling with keema - nice but why do that and not have a breakfast mooli? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You may think that the above hardly merits the tag of a disappointment and given the success of Mooli's (now about 10 rolls) not worth being concerned about. Yes, but that disappointment was to reverberate in my life in ways I could not imagine my dear son. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know that when you were young, just entering your first year at Westminster, you asked me why I always slept in the study with the maid and not with your mother or why everyone would say that Kenny (your latin tutor's son) looked just like you. Well my son, I can reveal the answer now. It is linked to the failed breakfast mooli. When your mother and I initially met (I will talk about that more in letter VI) at the Chiswick reading group I was an occasional member of at the time, sparks flew. Never before had I seen a woman who was so at ease and knowledgeable about eighteenth century women writers of fiction , beat poetry and JayZ's early B sides before he became famous. She was formidable and, please don't cringe, in possession of the most wonderful hips I have ever seen. We courted and were married quickly. But there was a nagging doubt about whether she would appreciate my creative side and passion, however small and insignificant it may be. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It all came to a head one day when, already having annoyed me by belittling my breakfast mooli idea, your mother served me a concoction of the keema from the night before with some scrambled egg mixed in (yes it was a faux kind of bobotie, the very thing that the mooli founders preferred to my breakfast mooli idea). I am sure you will agree my son that this was the kind of personal affront no person should suffer. It was the very last straw and drove me into the arms of our then maid (that turned out not be a success but for different reasons which I shall explain in letter XI). What made me finally realise the impossibility of a life with your mother was when your latin tutor burst into tears half way through what had become her regular recitation of a Catullus poem. She said it was because she felt my pain. Why could your mother not do the same? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So you see my son, from a small disappointment came something much larger. But I do sometimes wonder what would have happened if the breakfast mooli was launched. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Always there,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Your father.</span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857306501279503108.post-57038486817452140442010-06-18T21:58:00.004+01:002010-06-20T08:59:38.818+01:00BobotieWe were hoping to ride the wave of World Cup euphoria by launching a World Cup special mooli. It is ready. But it feels odd to launch it tonight, with England putting in one of the most dismal performances I've ever seen. Anyway, the show must go on. Ironically, Anna has just started playing Massive Attack....<br /><br />So we have it. The bobotie mooli. The original bobotie is a slightly wierd dish created by the Cape Malay community of South Africa. A kind of spicy shepherds pie. With chopped apricots, sultanas, and <a href="http://www.mrsballschutney.com/">Mrs Balls peach chutney</a>. Or if you hail from the sub-continent, think about it as baked kheema with anda, raisins and a Gujarati mango chutney.<br /><br />Wierd but wonderful.<br /><br />Our bobotie mooli is filled with lean lamb mince slow cooked in a heady spice blend until that peculiar lamb smell disappears into the fire of the spices. Seriously, it is pretty hot. We've gone light on the fruity stuff, although the mango chutney and egg (both optional) takes a little of the edge off. Just a little. And its got our famous zingy salsa of tomatoes, red onions and coriander marinated in lime juice. My brown cheeks are still flush from my first spicy bobotie mooli. Rooney & Co looked like they could have done with a bobotie mooli before the game.<div><br /></div><div>credits: Rohit Chugh, Jan Smit, Mrs Balls, Rob Levy, Joanna Simon, Cape Town Fish Market, James Murrell, Manisha, Paul Tosio, Keith Posh, Herman Vanderwalt....</div><div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div>mathewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01738593264184372330noreply@blogger.com3