August 31st, 2025

Your Majesty's Menu

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Now delivering to:

London

Now delivering across London.
From kitchen to castle, your biryani awaits.

Kent

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Surrey

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Welcome to Dum Canary Wharf

Contact details

 Menu

Contact details

Welcome to Dum Canary Wharf

Menu

Thursday 12th April – 1973, BOMBAY.

It is almost light outside. It must be about six. He’s been awake half the night trying to figure out what to do. Lying on his bed, he stares through the rotating blades of the ceiling fan which only serve to stir the close warm air of his room. He needs to think – he’s running out of time. But his eyes feel salted and his head throbs.

e gets up and his legs are shaky. He’s panicking. He can’t fix what he’s done. He’s tried to reason it all in his head, to tell himself that there was no other way, that either all was lost, or he had to try to do something. But he knows he did the wrong thing. He was so so embarrassed – his shame was so deep and his pain was so great that he couldn’t face anyone. He certainly couldn’t face the truth. And now when he faces the mirror, he doesn’t recognise the man looking back at him.

A chill black dread is compressing his heart and is making it hard for him to breathe. It’s surely only a matter of time before everyone finds out. His life will be over – worthless. And his mother, what will she think? He has to tell her, before it’s too late, but a wave of fear washes over him. He should have stopped at the first whiff of trouble. After all, he’s not a criminal. He just got in over his head and now he needs a solution. He needs to finish it.

The phone rings. And rings and rings and rings.

 

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Reservations

Dum is mostly a walk-in café. All are welcome, any time, no reservations needed. However, if you’d like to make a reservation, we hold a handful of tables back for groups of all sizes every day until 5.45pm. After 6pm, a small number of tables are available to be reserved by parties of six or more, at specific times.

Make a reservation

36 hours earlier.

Invitations were for eight but no one arrived before ten. There are handshakes and air kisses, musky perfume, laughing and singing, platters of delicious food. Glittering, rising film stars call each other darling and sway in silk and chiffon to the music; business barons cheerfully argue amongst themselves; local gangsters chat with tainted police detectives while socialites with butterfly eyes work the room.

The party is in full swing and in the middle of it all, is Nauzer. He can’t quite believe it. His café is the talk of the town, full of bonhomie and a dazzling mix of talent, ambition, money, beauty brought together by business deals, clean and shady. He looks around and feels content, complete, happily intoxicated on a faint but very pleasant feeling of belonging.

He spots Prashad, who raises a glass and nods to him across the room. Nauzer gives an acknowledging smile. He still feels nervous whenever their paths cross – which is more and more these days. Sometimes he wonders whether he should ever have gotten involved with someone like him… but he couldn’t ignore the potential profits. He lets the thought drift away on a coil of cigarette smoke.

Whisky and cigarettes, late evening turns to night. Glancing at his Rado, two in the morning, he decides to walk home smiling, drunk. In his heady state, the dance of streetlights makes the city seem to glitter.“Everything will be fine”.He bites down on his own lie.

The following morning, Nauzer is lying in bed feeling jaded, heavy and hazy. He rubs his face, eases out of bed, stretches and walks to the window to open the wooden slatted blinds. The room fills with light and he takes in the mess of clothes amidst the ornate cut-glass vases and beautiful rosewood furniture. Turning on his transistor radio, the All India news bulletin blares out.

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Reservations

Dum is mostly a walk-in café. All are welcome, any time, no reservations needed. However, if you’d like to make a reservation, we hold a handful of tables back for groups of all sizes every day until 5.45pm. After 6pm, a small number of tables are available to be reserved by parties of six or more, at specific times.

Make a reservation

Food & Drink at Dum Canary Wharf

BEGIN YOUR DAY AT DUM with breakfast, which might be a Bacon Naan Roll, a Kejriwal or a Big Bombay. Then lunch lightly on Roomali Rolls and Salad Plates, or linger with a feast. Refresh your afternoon with a drop of Chai and a small plate or two. Dine early or dine late. Or just join us for a tipple – perhaps an India Gimlet, a Permit Room Old-fashioned, or our very good Dum IPA?

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Menus

Bombay breakfast, lunch, afternoon chai, dinner and late tipples.

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Join us at our Canary Wharf café

Join us at our Canary Wharf café

Our most fine and gorgeous Dum Canary Wharf opened last winter. Nestled in a little corner of Wood Wharf, brings to life the glittering-shimmering, big-business, metropolitan scene of ‘70s Bombay. When fortunes were made and lost, swindles plotted and uncovered, and dreams were dreamed and broken.

How to find us

Kindly use this rather handy map and be sure to follow the signs for Wood Wharf:

Tube – Canary Wharf, Jubilee Line (Montgomery Street exit)

Nearest car park – Canada Square Car Park (Montgomery Street entrance)

Nearest Santander bike station – Upper Bank Street, Canary Wharf

How to find us

Kindly use this rather handy map and be sure to follow the signs for Wood Wharf:

Tube – Canary Wharf, Jubilee Line (Montgomery Street exit)

Nearest car park – Canada Square Car Park (Montgomery Street entrance)

Nearest Santander bike station – Upper Bank Street, Canary Wharf

Welcome to the Permit Room

Since 1949, and to this very day Bombay has been under a state of prohibition. Set apart from a family room, there is a special place where only permit holders may consume liquor which has come to be known unofficially as a Permit Room. Our Permit Room – the bar within our Canary Wharf café serves the most delicious and sincere old cocktails, recalling the days before Independence, such as Gimlets, Juleps and Sours; Fizzes and Old-Fashioneds, and a Bombay Presidency Punch.

Welcome to the Permit Room

Since 1949, and to this very day Bombay has been under a state of prohibition. Set apart from a family room, there is a special place where only permit holders may consume liquor which has come to be known unofficially as a Permit Room. Our Permit Room – the bar within our Canary Wharf café serves the most delicious and sincere old cocktails, recalling the days before Independence, such as Gimlets, Juleps and Sours; Fizzes and Old-Fashioneds, and a Bombay Presidency Punch.

Contact Details

Dum Covent Garden
12 Upper St. Martin’s Lane
London
WC2H 9FB

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Tel: 020 7420 9320

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Opening Times

Monday – Thursday
8am to 11pm
 
 
 
 
Friday
8am to 12am
 
Saturday
9am to 12am
 
Sunday
9am to 11pm
 
 
Bank Holidays
Open as usual
 
 

Now delivering across London.
From kitchen to castle, your biryani awaits.

Serving Kent’s finest tables.
Crafted slow, delivered hot.

Decadence, delivered. Surrey’s pre-orders are now live. From kitchen to castle, your biryani awaits.

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Your Majesty's Menu

And More

Now delivering to:

London

Now delivering across London.
From kitchen to castle, your biryani awaits.

Kent

Serving Kent’s finest tables.
Crafted slow, delivered hot.

Surrey

Decadence, delivered. Surrey’s pre-orders are now live. From kitchen to castle, your biryani awaits.

Privacy Policy
Shipping Policy

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