If this restaurant was a desert, then its cold section would be an oasis. A dozen little plates of green and red, meat and fish, salad and salami can keep you engaged, without your weighing scale noticing. I cannot say the same about much else. Like a Sweet and Sour Soup, which tasted like burnt cabbage with vinegar and soy, to a drab Kozhi Kuzhambu that both the South and North could berate unitedly. My Mutton Curry showed hints of masalchi skill but was let down by dogged meat. Consider the cold section at Oasis, keenly.