Like any middle-class household, his parents wanted him to pursue medicine or engineering, but their "world fell apart” when he defied them. That discomfort with his choice of profession took a long time to go, and it certainly didn’t help that he was cleaning the lobby floor when his parents visited his workplace for the first time. That was at an ITDC hotel, which he joined after passing out from IHM, Pusa Road.
The corner table gives us a breathtaking view of Lutyens Delhi, and Chhatwal, a Delhi boy, looks wistfully at the greenery outside. The steward and a couple of his aides are in attendance with an elaborate menu, and Chhatwal jokes they want to impress me, as they know the MD does not care too much about elaborate lunches. “I have stayed too long in Europe and am used to pick up a bite on the go. I even iron my own shirt,” he says. The steward refuses to give up and explains everything in detail before serving. The first serving is called chilled masala pot, which is a typical old Delhi signature chat served with yoghurt, and the second is called “fresh morel mirch malai”. Chhatwal quizzes the steward about the “smoke” coming out from one of the dishes. As the steward explains, it’s nothing but dahi bhalla and the “smoke” has taken inspiration from the California mist. It’s difficult to figure out the link between Californian mist and dahi bhalla, but the dishes look good and the taste is superb.