Before chef Prateek Sadhu had a restaurant in the Himalayas, he had a standing invitation for mooli and broccoli parathas in Chandigarh.
Dr Anshumaan Kapoor, a urologist who runs a hospital in the city with wife Anupama, is part of a gang of foodies scattered across the world. “We are a group of nine guys from all over the world, out of which seven are urologists. And we travel the world for food. We go into the place, do the Michelin stars, and we’re back.” Itineraries for spots like Buenos Aires, Lisbon, Macau, and Hong Kong are typically four days long and include eight meals. So, when Kapoor read that the chef was coming for a pop-up at Amaya in Kasauli via Chandigarh, he slid into his DMs: “If you’re coming to Chandigarh, why don’t you come say hello?” Then he offered him a choice: “Would you like to go for a cup of coffee outside? Or do you want parathas at home?”
“Prateek being Prateek, he said, why not parathas at home?” recalls Kapoor over coffee at the Nappa Dori cafe in Chandigarh. “And he walks into my house wearing a pheran. And I’m wearing a pheran too.” Kapoor didn’t know Sadhu was Kashmiri at the time. He had taught surgery in Srinagar and was gifted the robe by his patients. “So,” he says, “we were compatible.” The parathas came out in relays: gobhi, aloo, mooli, even broccoli, with dahi, butter and—a Kapoor family tradition—malai.
The paratha meal at the Kapoors was about a year before Naar opened, before the idea of it even existed. A few months later, Sadhu messaged to say he was starting a restaurant in Darwa village near Kasauli, about eight minutes from the Kapoors’ farmhouse, where the couple had set up a holiday home precisely to get away from everything. In 2023, they watched Naar get built: the restaurant area taking shape, the fire kilns going in, the terrible monsoon that struck Himachal mid-construction. Kapoor (“me being local there now”) helped the team find their first houses, including, famously, an old jailhouse in Kothar Valley, in front of a Naag Devta temple, arranged through the valley’s erstwhile ‘king’. (That house later caught fire, thanks to a forgotten electric blanket, on the very day Kapoor, acting on his doctor’s instinct that something was wrong, had been randomly calling Sadhu.) In the early days of building Naar, when the team was working constantly, he would carry food over to them.
So, it follows that the first meal ever cooked at Naar was for Anupama. Her birthday falls on October 7; the restaurant opened in November. The kitchen did a trial run for seven or eight of them—Anupama, Anshumaan, their daughter Khushi, a niece, and her friends—and it was cooked by the opening team. On Naar’s opening night, Kapoor tasted their now-iconic dish of smoked trout served on khambir, or Ladakhi bread for the first time. It has been his favourite course ever since, and, thankfully, one that’s been constant on Naar’s menu. He carried a 30-year-old bottle of port from Lisbon as a gift for Sadhu. “Everybody had it.” And, he notes with a chuckle, “Yeah, I paid one rupee for that meal.” He’s paid full price for all their meals since.








