Welcome to Embassy, the restaurant that stood on the sidewalk of time, while the city was frantically undergoing many a chisel. Yet the rich culture of Delhi reflects in every façade – be it our food preferences, preparations or presentation.
We at Embassy never felt the need to advertise; our clientele does that for us. We have known many of our patrons since they used to wear knickers and came here, holding their elders hand, for a plate of handmade ice-cream.
The summers of ‘48. Two friends left everything including a thriving restaurant business in Karachi and landed in the capital of the just decolonised India. P.N. Malhotra and G.K. Ghai decided to start a new with something old – a friendship, a partnership and a passion to feed people.
We usually are chock-a-block at the restaurant, but for you, we’ll get an extra table. Come to our morning coffee session and chances are you’ll be sitting a few feet away from a political big wee debating with a colleague about the front page headlines. Come in the night and you’ll see four generations of patrons debating what to demand of the chef for dessert.