My name is Harveen and I'll tell you the story of Tallula.

To hell with introductions...

A dream evolved.

Born and brought up in England, my palette was tantalized with Dhesi food (Indian food) in the house, Engregi (English food) outside. The classic East meets West. Being a girl, there's a point when you know it's your 'duty' to learn. You are not allowed to speak in the kitchen - you observe. Watch. Listen. I do and I did. I was four.

I chuckle at the thought of 'duty'.

I was fortunate to be in all the kitchens around the world. To fall in love. Many years. Many, many stories.

It is natural to evolve in your surroundings. To blossom as a different flower. People change. Minds open. Palettes evolve. Our food exhibits our growth as we combine Indian flavours and spices with California's freshest ingredients and French technique. This is not fusion. It's Tallula.

Each person who serves you has a story to tell. For not only do they serve it, cook it, clean it, host it, answer it, but they also have sanded it, painted it, cleaned it, hung it, stained it, and - most importantly - loved it. They did not happen upon Tallula. They created Tallula. On 'How do you get everything upstairs?', we answer 'Just like you did, Honey, we walked'. On 'Why Tallula?', well, come and find out....