Your complete guide to navigating Kolkata’s delicious repertoire of chops, cutlets, and all types of telebhaja aka fried food.
If all you know about Nepali cuisine is momo and thukpa, order a traditional Nepali– Thakali style thali. The curries and pickles are seriously good!
The old city of Hyderabad is overwhelming and unapologetic: Winding alleys where pedestrians battle street carts and hawkers, the relentless honking of vehicles, perspiring bodies, piles of stinking rubbish, stray animals, and more chaos than you can imagine. But look closer and you’ll find yourself in a cabinet of curiosities where behind the chaos of modern India looms the grandeur of the land’s golden past. The area is rife for “historical and heritage” immersion and the best way to explore it is on foot. Either DIY or join a guided Hyderabad heritage walk that will show you around the bustling bazaars and grand old neighbourhoods around the pièce de résistance of Hyderabad, the Charminar.
At Reevu Wangdi’s Momo I Am, expect to be treated to comfort foods of the Darjeeling Hill but with added twists. The graffiti art on the walls will transport you to the 90s.
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Chaotic is the operative word to go by if you ever find yourself lost in the lanes and bylanes of Colootola during Iftar. An unfailing melting pot, Calcutta has always been a place where differences in cultural narratives are not only embraced and celebrated but also shared, often over food. Thus, it comes as no surprise when thousands throng the Ramadan celebrations around Nakhoda Mosque, sharing tables and opinions as they wait for the siren to mark the end of the day’s fasting. Nobody asks you your religious or ethnic identity. Nobody asks if you are a believer or not. You join the locals around rickety makeshift tables, perspiring and praying for a cool draught of wind while sipping on glasses of milky kesari chai. All around you, in brightly lit shops people holler for the best bargain and owners of street food stalls hang skewers of marinated meat from hooks, arrange delicate rolls of lachha, stir cauldrons of haleem in preparation for the evening. Nobody can tell at what point this chaotic come-together floods the confines of a religious ritual to become a carnival, a celebration of life, under the summer skies of Calcutta.(more…)