Fung Shway.... A makeover that delights

Zomato The place has everything that can  fool you for an instant to believe that you are not in Kolkata but have stepped into some place in South East Asia. The lady at the entrance, her appearance right down to the length of slit of her Oriental dress, the flight of stairs going up with the dining room  situated in steps along the length of the staircase gives an impression of an oriental eating house in the land of the orient!
Fungshway has been really successful in doing a makeover that is near perfect! The erstwhile China Bowl, which used to be a dimly lit, depressing place has been converted into a bright, colourful place that's certain to lift one's spirit a notch or two as soon as one enters and climbs the steps.
Those coming to Fungshway should better come with a fixed notion of which type of cuisine they wish to savour. Such is the range and variety offered by the restaurant that unless one is very sure, one would probably take a lot of time to go through the menu and despite that, end up getting confused on what to order. There's an array of Chinese, Malay, Balinese, Thai, Japanese and of course their very own preparations from memory's Lane!
Confused and unsure of what to order? Well, there's always the friendly staff who are willing to suggest and help in the selection process. We did fall back on them to help us choose and were certainly not disappointed. The Balinese curry and the Malay fried rice Nasi Kempung was a perfect combination, the sweetness of the curry providing a soothing balm to the tingling taste of spices of the latter.
We topped up on the main course with a caramel custard served in the restaurant's own style, which was delicious and provided a fitting finale.
China Bowl had proabably stopped attracting diners simply because it had failed to attract attention amongst the new glitzy ones that keep mushrooming every other day in the lanes and by lanes of Kolkata. Now in this new avataar, I am sure China Bowl aka Fungshway will again become the jewel of every diner whose palate craves for all things oriental! Mr Massey, thanks for this makeover and for giving us Calcuttans, Fungshway!

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