Keya

Keya's name comes from a flower used in Ancient India to brew alcohol, which might explain why we go overboard with our tippling there. So the blame rests solely on Marut Sikka's shoulders, except we forget that each time we return for another fix of those Melon Balls - ruby red shooters with a spirited watermelon ball at the bottom. When the juicy fruit is in season, you should also order their refreshing Watermelon and Basil Caipiroska that pairs well with the Cajun Grilled Chicken. Counter the sweet hit with a Tom Yum Martini that emanates enough heat to seem deceptively low on potency even as you begin noticing the other groups of shiny, happy people milling around you in the retro chic interiors punctuated by a long bar. There's also a cosy alfresco nook with a very un-mall like vibe helped by the DJ churning out upbeat sounds. A luxuriant experience, no visit to Keya is complete without an order of their legendary Bellini showing exactly how Champagne is meant to taste with fresh peach puree, which is just one of the concoctions you can linger over as the evening wears on and the party brigade takes over.