Moy Café Hyderabad | Restaurant Review | Mizo Cuisine & ₹599 Thali

Moy Café: Flavour of Versatility – Where Mizoram Meets Your Munchies!

What happens when you gather eight food-curious friends, order fearlessly from a Mizo menu, and end the evening singing 90s Bollywood & Bengali classics in a bamboo-walled café in Hyderabad?

You get Moy Café: Flavour of Versatility — a Northeast Indian food journey that surprises you at every turn.

With their catchy tagline “Where Mizoram Meets Your Munchies,” Moy Café isn’t your typical modern-Indian fusion joint. There’s no overhyped decor or dramatic plating. Instead, it brings bold, clean, comforting Mizo food into a warm, earthy space — with a karaoke mic on standby.

🌿 First Impressions: Bamboo Walls, Digital Simplicity, and Zero Drama

Moy Café has that rare balance — rustic in feel, yet quietly modern.

Walk in and you’re welcomed with bamboo paneling, tribal artwork, and a vibe that whispers “slow down and stay a while.”

What caught us off guard (in the best way) was the digital menu on a sleek tablet — smooth interface, dish images, and simple descriptions. And the menu itself? Minimal. Focused. Confident.
There’s no confusion here. Just a short list of dishes that clearly know what they’re doing.

We started asking questions — and the staff was all smiles, explaining each dish without any rush. That blend of digital ease and personal warmth set the tone for everything that followed.

🥢 The Food: Bold, Earthy, and Surprisingly Addictive

We eased into the meal with chicken momos, served warm and just the right amount of doughy. The filling was juicy, not over-spiced, and tasted fresh — like someone had made it that morning, not mass-produced in a freezer. But it was the red chutney — sharp, smoky, and seriously fiery — that stole the show. It warned us gently: You’re not in your usual zone anymore.

Then came Bai — a humble bowl of clear soup made with bamboo shoot, leafy greens, and just a hint of ginger. There were no loud spices. No oil slick. Just a soft, earthy taste that felt like breathing in forest air after rain. It might seem too plain at first, but let it grow on you — it cleanses your palate, calms your gut, and makes way for the stars to arrive.

And arrive they did.

The Chilli Pork was the first showstopper. Smoky, tender chunks of pork — some with melt-in-the-mouth fat, others with just enough bite — stir-fried with dried red chillies and crushed local spices. No sticky sauce, no gimmicks. Just bold meat with real heat. This is the kind of dish you think about at 1 a.m. days later.

Right when we were still chewing through the pork, out came the Pork Skin Fry — a textural playground. Crispy on the edges, soft and gelatinous at the centre. Rich, fatty, intense. It's not a dish for everyone, but if you like playing with textures and love pork for all it is — this one's a must.

Next came the Pork Leg Curry, and if the pork fry was about flash, this one was about depth. Slow-cooked bone-in cuts steeped in a dark, rustic gravy — thickened not with cream, but with time and patience. It had a gentle funk, likely from fermented bamboo or mustard — and it clung lovingly to the rice we paired it with.

Then came the sea: Chakai, or crab stir-fried Mizo-style. Small freshwater crabs tossed in oil, local herbs, and whole spices. Cracking through the claws was messy and primal — and also ridiculously fun. The meat was sweet and mildly spiced, with a smoky aftertaste that lingered.

We also tried Kaikuang, the prawn preparation — lightly sautéed in a thin, tangy masala that was neither South Indian nor Bengali in feel. It was its own thing — earthy, lemony, and clean.

The Chilli Chicken surprised us. It didn’t come dripping in Indo-Chinese sauce. Instead, it was a dry, spicy stir-fry with roasted notes — less about the chicken, more about the bold, smoky masalas coating it.

To balance it all, a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup arrived, and we welcomed it like an old friend. Clear broth, soft noodles, shredded chicken — it felt like the calm in the middle of a flavour storm.

A simple fish fry rounded off the savouries — crisp skin, tender flaky inside, lightly seasoned. It wasn’t trying to be the hero, but it played its part perfectly.

🍽️ Did You Know? There's an Unlimited Mizo Thali for ₹599

Here's the twist — while we ordered all these dishes à la carte to share and sample…

Moy Café actually offers all of this as part of a non-shareable, unlimited Mizo Thali — for just ₹599.

Yup. Unlimited portions. All the staples. All the signatures.
For solo diners or heavy appetites, this is a no-brainer.

Honestly, if we had known earlier, a few of us might’ve gone that route — but hey, now you know.

🎤 Karaoke, Because Why Not?

As we finished the last bites, full and borderline sleepy, our server quietly asked:

“Would you like to try our karaoke room?”

Excuse me — karaoke?!

Turns out Moy Café has a fully-equipped private karaoke room, available for bookings.
So naturally, full of pork and pride, someone grabbed the mic and sang "Tumpa Sona & Maloti Masi." Terribly. Enthusiastically. Unapologetically.

☕ A Sweet, Quiet End

Before leaving, we ordered hot chocolate — no fancy toppings, no syrup overload. Just a warm, dark, balanced cup that brought the meal full circle. After all the heat and noise, it felt like a goodnight kiss from the kitchen.

💸 What We Paid: ₹4,688 for 8 People

Here’s the part that surprised us most:
We were a group of 8. We tried almost everything on the menu, didn’t hold back… and the final bill was just ₹4,688.

That’s less than ₹600 per head — and every bite felt worth it.

If you’re on a budget, the ₹599 unlimited thali is perfect. But even with à la carte ordering, it’s incredibly affordable for the flavour and experience you get.

📍 Moy Café – Quick Info

📌 Location: Hyderabad
🕒 Timings: Lunch & Dinner
🎤 Karaoke Room: Yes, available on request
🍽️ Thali: Unlimited, non-shareable Mizo Thali at ₹599
📱 Menu: Digital tablet with dish images and descriptions
📍 Google Maps Link

⭐ Final Thoughts

Moy Café doesn’t serve trends. It serves tradition.
It’s earthy. Honest. Proudly regional. And quietly memorable.

From bamboo broth to pork leg curry, momo heat to karaoke chaos — it’s one of those places you stumble into once, and end up recommending for years.

So go hungry. Go curious. And if you’re brave, grab the mic too.
Mizoram is calling. And it’s serving hot.