masala, memory, migration.
I’m Litu Mohiuddin, though most people know me as Litu bhai.
I was born in a rural village in Bangladesh, where farm-to-table was not a movement but everyday life. My relationship with food began early — growing vegetables, selling produce in local markets, and watching how food held families and communities together. I never planned to become a chef, but life slowly led me into the kitchen.
After building Michelin Guide-recognised restaurants, writing and researching Anglo-Indian food, and travelling along the Maritime Silk Route, I began exploring how empire, trade, and migration continue to shape our tastes, memories, and identities.
I love telling food stories — sometimes around a supper table, sometimes through poetry. These days, I am building my next chapter around kari, not curry.
Chef Baby and her team at Curry Court in Pietermaritzburg, SA
learn one, teach one
The Olympics has a relay race where one runner carries the baton for part of the journey, then passes it to the next person so the race can continue. I often think life and cooking are a bit like that.
Everything I have learnt — from village markets and restaurant kitchens to archives and journeys along the spice routes — was only possible because somebody shared something with me along the way. A recipe. A technique. A story. A memory. So now it feels natural to pass that knowledge forward to the next cook, the next student, and the next curious guest.
I have always enjoyed cooking for chefs. One day, I would love to build a chefs’ academy rooted in collaboration, shared knowledge, and learning across cultures and generations.
the restaurant years
east india cafe
After working for a decade in hospitality, I co-founded my first restaurant in 2014 — a turning point that gave me the confidence to fully step into my role as chef patron, a journey that continued for more than six years. East India Cafe was never just a restaurant to us — it became part laboratory, part storytelling space, and part home.
“...the owners have meticulously researched the dishes favoured by the British between the 1880s and the 1940s... an appealing blend of innovation and authenticity... Do not be fooled by the word ‘café’ as this is very much a restaurant.” — Michelin Guide, 2019
It remains deeply meaningful to see how the restaurant continues to evolve today—holding on to the spirit of the original menu and concept, while growing into its next chapter.
memsahibs’ lounge
The energy of Memsahib’s pushed me far beyond my comfort zone, transforming what we once described as the world’s first “gin and tea bar” into a fully fledged restaurant — a blood-and-sweat evolution achieved without expensive kitchen equipment or exposed fire.
“...a stylish two-roomed basement in a smart Georgian terrace... the adjoining dining room has a clubby feel... the Indian dishes are for sharing... the ‘Experience’ tasting menu is perhaps the best way to go...” — Michelin Guide, 2026
Just a couple of years after Covid, I stepped away from day-to-day cooking, leaving behind a team shaped by our shared ethos, training, and years in the kitchen together. I returned to the road to continue another exploration of life — like a river finally seeing the vast ocean ahead.
pages from the journey
along the spice routes
Over nearly two years, I crossed 33 countries and 185 cities, covering roughly 95,000 miles while researching my next publication, From Kari to Curry: Masala, Memory and Migration — a mix of literature, travel, and culinary research exploring the soul of curry. Ironically, curry was the very thing I refused to cook or serve in my first restaurant.
These days, I find myself tracing how “curry” carried empire, memory, and migration across oceans.
Britain invented “curry powder” and helped turn curry into a global phenomenon through trade and empire, yet still lags behind in global culinary diplomacy. Somewhere along the spice routes, I began imagining a different kind of space — Kari Stadium — a living exploration asking what a ‘decolonised curry’ could mean, look like, and taste even like today.
from kitchen to page
Through sold-out culinary masterclasses and guests sharing generations of family recipe books, we slowly gathered the stories, memories, and flavours that became the Memsahib’s Lounge Cookbook. At its heart are our mothers.
“Life is a colourful journey and Memsahib’s Lounge is the fulfilment of a culinary dream that has travelled many thousands of miles... a loving tribute to the trail-blazing Anglo-Indian women, known as Memsahibs, who bridged cultural and geographic divides to introduce new and exciting flavours to the UK.”
— Memsahib’s Lounge Cookbook: Small Plates and Celebrations
An artisan publication, the book was also featured at Hatchards, one of Britain’s oldest bookshops — a moment that quietly reminded me to keep writing.
working together
culinary collaboration
Working across food, hospitality, and cultural research — from menu development and creative collaborations to culinary events and shared-table experiences.
health & wellbeing
An ongoing interest in how food, rest, movement, and slower living shape both personal wellbeing and kitchen culture — especially for the people who spend their lives feeding others.
supper club
Shared-table supper clubs bringing together food, memory, art, and conversation through collaborative dining experiences — with the next chapter launching in mid-2027.
“মুখ ফুটে তোর মনের কথা একলা বলো রে...
Open thy mind and speak out alone...”
“What you seek is seeking you.”
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I explore food through memory, migration, and storytelling. Sometimes that becomes a supper club, sometimes a research journey across spice routes, and sometimes simply a very good curry with a long backstory.
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All three — though the washing up still happens like everyone else’s.
My work sits between kitchens, archives, and travel. -
Bhai means “brother” in Bengali — someone who is approachable, caring, and always there for the community.
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Private dining, supper clubs, culinary consultancy, and occasionally ambitious ideas that begin with: “This might sound slightly mad…
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From Kari to Curry began as a personal journey exploring how kari travelled across oceans, empires, and migrations to become “curry.”
Today, it exists both as an evolving book project — blending memoir, field research, and culinary anthropology — and as Kari Stadium, a hospitality platform serving and celebrating world curries through collaborative kitchens and cultural storytelling.
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Imagine taking a bowl of curry apart, spice by spice, and placing each ingredient back onto a world map. Suddenly, the dish becomes more than a recipe; it becomes a living archive of global spice trade.
Inside the same pot live stories of migration, memory, comfort, and home.
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Not at all — although if you visit my home, there is a good chance something Bengali will find its way onto the table. My roots are in Bengal, but my cooking has been shaped by travel, curiosity, memory, and cravings.
One day I might air-fry kimchi and eat it with fava bean falafel; another day, slow-cook Caribbean curried goat (not goat curry) with Persian pilaf or Balkan bread. Sometimes it’s Thai boat noodle soup with a Malay twist, Zanzibar-style boiled cassava with dried anchovies and a bit of pili pili, but during writing days it must be South Asian rasam. On Fridays, I still find myself debating between Bengali beef bhuna and Kyoto-style curry ramen. By Sunday, I am just as happy thinking about a proper English roast.
Food travels. So do people. My cooking simply followed the same route.