On a late Sunday night, post-dinner, we head to the third floor of Kamal Mansion in Colaba—a weathered building next to the Radio Club that wears its age proudly. It houses an art gallery and hotel. 

Walking past space that is being renovated, we halt at a  big, black door.  It feels like we’re about to walk into an  ice cream society’s discreet meeting den. We ring the bell; No one answers. The door is open, we realise, as we pull it and step into one of the chicest decors in town. A teal leather sofa with quirkily patterned cushions, a large chandelier, few tables, and a cozy nook in a corner by a large window from where you can view yachts bobbing in the sea off Apollo Bunder. Patch Street’s Infinite moment is playing in the background. Don’t come here if you are in a rush. This is a place to sit back in and cherish  the little joys. And we did just that.