The Leela, Kovalam, Trivandrum

Rediscovering Kovalam (Photographs by Avran Ittyipe)

The Leela undoubtedly has the best view in Kovalam. Perched prettily on a cliff it has restaurants (for that view with the bite) littered along the steep path down to the beach.

Sky Bar on the way to the beach

The Sky Bar on the slope is breaaaaaaath taking . The hidden infinity pool tucked into the side of the cliff and The Tides restaurant bang on the beach are the big attractions. Forget the food. It is the view sweet that’s going to make you loosen your purse strings mighty quick.

If you ask me the buffet is nothing to write home about. I will begin with the dessert coz it is the most memorable of the whole meal. There is a wide range but I loved the plain vanilla ice cream and the fruit crumble.

The main course: For the sake of eating I kind of twirled my fork through the plate, investigating and dwelling for a considerable time on a surprise- the apple pickle, the safe Russian salad and a delectable rice. Rs 700 plus taxes per head for the buffet.

But we came back for a day time deko. And I cannot help reiterating this is Paradise.

The Tides seafood restaurant on the Beach

On display. To turn into your favourite dish.

Ham and cheese sandwich. Rs 350 plus taxes

Comments

scorpiogenius said…

Smashing shots buddy!

I'm going through bits and pieces of your blog here. you've got a taste in photography...keep coming :))

4:22 AM

Kerala Holidays said…

Wow, beautiful, i mean pictures... your narration about food, its quite interesting. Good post...

12:03 PM

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