When BADMAASH opens its Venice location, it won’t just mark the restaurant’s third outpost. It will mark the latest evolution of a concept that, more than a decade ago, set out to change how Indian food was seen, served, and experienced in America.
Because when brothers Nakul and Arjun Mahendro opened BADMAASH in downtown Los Angeles in 2013, they weren’t trying to refine Indian dining. They were trying to break it.
For Nakul, the story starts long before Los Angeles. His family has been in the food business for generations, beginning with his great-grandfather’s preserves shop in Amritsar and evolving through his grandfather’s hospitality ventures and his father’s formal culinary training in India and Canada. Growing up, restaurants were not an aspiration, they were simply part of daily life, shaped by a father who remains deeply involved in every aspect of the business, from developing recipes to pushing the next iteration forward.
Some of his earliest memories are of sitting on a steel countertop in his father’s kitchen, wearing a paper chef’s toque, watching the rhythm of service unfold around him. It was chaotic, fast, and, to him, completely magnetic. “I caught the bug very early,” he says. “I didn’t even know it was something I loved. It just always felt magical.”
By the time Nakul reached his early twenties, he had already worked nearly every position in a restaurant, from bussing tables to opening new concepts for one of Canada’s largest hospitality groups. New York felt like the natural next step. He was interviewing with major restaurants, ready to continue building his career inside someone else’s system.
Then his father offered a different path.
“You can go to New York and help someone else build their empire,” Nakul recalls him saying. “Or you can come here and build your own. You’ll be in the driver’s seat.”
That idea shifted everything. Within weeks, Nakul changed his plans and flew to Los Angeles. Stepping out onto the top level of a Santa Monica parking garage, he was met with a clear view of the ocean, palm trees cutting into a cloudless sky. “It just felt good,” he says. Within hours, he had made his decision. New York was out. Los Angeles was home.