Desi Village
In the heart of Dubai, a doorway stands,
To a land of spices, to mother’s hands.
A village reborn in a foreign light,
Where old India whispers through every bite.
From Peshawar’s fires to Delhi’s street song,
From Mumbai’s bustle to Deccan’s throng,
Twenty-nine states, each flavor its own,
Yet woven together, their essence is known.
It’s the taste of tradition, the comfort we crave,
Stories of ancestors in recipes they gave.
Fresh herbs that dance, bold spices that sing,
Fresh herbs that dance, bold spices that sing,
Since 2019, hearts have been fed,
With secrets from kitchens where memories are bred.
Here, food is not numbered, nor caged by a name,
It’s love on a plate, both timeless and flame.
So step into Desi Village, let your senses roam,
For every dish here is a journey back home.