The book
As a boy, Hardeep Singh Kohli knew where home was: Glasgow. But everyone else always assumed he was Indian. Because surely he couldn’t be British, with his brown skin and turban? Thirty years later, Hardeep sets out on a journey to discover where he is really from. His story is as hilarious as it is moving.
The Reviews
A warm and endearing memoir of personal and cultural discovery.
Metro[Kohli's] book is less about food than about the experience of being mixed up - Glaswegian, Sikh and middle child . . . Amid all the comedy, he does have an important point to make . . . Food has become a cultural ambassador that has to perform the hardest tasks of diplomacy often under hostile or patronizing conditions. Kohli handles these negotiations with a distinctive and welcome aplomb.
Times Literary Supplement
How deep is Hardeep's love of food? As deep as Loch Ness and as unfathomable as India. Indian Takeaway is a very funny and beguiling journey
Paul WhitehouseThis is a sweetly written, immensely funny book from a man whose enthusiasm for food and friendship is infectious, a book that makes your mouth water and your feet itch at the same time
Daily ExpressA chatty, funny book . . . the pleasure is in the journey
The TimesTouching. . . Kohli is observant, and he writes evocatively
Guardian