Hospitality loves the word residency. This isn’t one. Residencies happen when one bar visits another. Bar Find has no bar to return to, not yet. KMC is still recognisably KMC. The room still has its soaring heritage ceiling, solid old windows, long bar, and familiar proportions. But the light has turned red. On the walls, there are framed renderings of the Kolkata bar that almost was. Vinyls sit on some shelves. Little “Finders Keepers” stickers, and postcards addressed to guests somehow show up scattered on tables.
Bar head Matteo Ciarpaglini’s drinks (he has spent time at the kitchens in Copenhagen’s Noma and Barcelona’s Bar Paradiso) have travelled well. The food has travelled too, before changing shape in Mumbai. Here, chef Manish Prajapati reinterprets Bar Find’s Bengali-inflected menu through KMC’s kitchen rather than trying to reproduce the Kolkata menu plate for plate.
My first pass of the cocktail menu is practical: what should I try first? Then I keep coming back to the book through the evening. My second pass is slower, noticing things like a little crow dressed for front-of-house, running with a bottle in his hand and a glass on his head at the bottom of one page, a colour-coded flavour-and-intensity grid showing where each drink sits, and tasting notes that look like margin scribbles. The Gilda Martini page comes with a little Rita Hayworth and pintxo story. On the Spumante Marino page, I find myself mentally leafing through The Flavour Thesaurus, trying to work out how tomato, bergamot, olives, and anise could possibly belong in the same drink. I’d notice something, turn the page, then flip back because I’d missed another detail. Before I left, I had to ask if they could send me the PDF of the menu.
Later, Chakraborty would tell me he wanted guests to “enjoy the drinks first, then the process”. The team uses contemporary techniques, but he doesn’t want clarification or fermentation to become your dinner-table conversation here. Bar Find’s Spumante Marino is one of the freshest cocktails I’ve had in a long while. The tomato brings savouriness and fragrance without it becoming a Bloody Mary, in a drink that is both complete and feather-light. I went back for a third sip, because my palate couldn’t quite reconcile its weight with its flavour.
The Spicy Margarita, Bar Find’s second low-ABV offering, keeps the architecture of a margarita but is free of its jaw-clenching intensity. Green vegetable water and carbonation make it a good Tuesday after-work drink that won’t have us suffer the next morning.
Among the stronger pours, the Gilda Martini, served from its own super-chilled labelled bottle, is all cold, fragrant precision. If you’ve joined Mumbai’s growing crowd of martini faithfuls, you’ll want this iteration with lemon, umami, and spicy smoked green pepper vinegar on your table.
Thankfully, the Ceviche Mary, leche de tigre softened with flower and corn cordial, did not become ‘food in a glass’. Each sip made me want another, not only because I liked it but because I couldn’t entirely explain why it was intriguing. The next time I’m at Bar Find, I’ll likely ask my companion to order one simply so I could keep stealing sips.
The only cocktail I offered away was the Garibaldi. I struggle with fruit-forward drinks that edge towards pulpy, candy sweetness, and this wasn’t the one that converted me. It’s a bias I’m aware of. Looking at the tables around me, though, I may have been in the minority.