Your complete guide to navigating Kolkata’s delicious repertoire of chops, cutlets, and all types of telebhaja aka fried food.
They look like lotuses in full bloom. As the server removes the lid off the bamboo basket, the flowers emerge with their floury petals opened and their seeds, minced meat or potato sprinkled with cheese, exposed. They are beautiful, delicate pieces of culinary art too pretty to devour without having first spent a few moments praising their beauty. While I see why the menu at the Blue Poppy— Thakali calls them “open momos,” I can’t help but wonder if a name so functional does them justice. “But what’s in a name?” Shakespeare would argue. It’s a pity he didn’t live to behold the aesthetic pleasures of modern gastronomy, an art no short of poetry.(more…)
Despite the chaos and confusion of urban India, a walk through Hyderabad’s old city transports you to Quli Qutub Shah’s capital, a city he envisioned as “a replica of paradise, unequalled in the world.”
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.
It has been months since I woke up to birdsong. I unzip the tent’s flap and look out: the morning is oddly foggy for mid-June. We are camping in Fort Stevens State Park at Oregon’s northernmost tip. It is still foggy when we leave an hour later. The dampness clings to the maritime landscape, to the barges slowly plying on the Columbia. The narrow road leading to the marshy beaches is hemmed by windswept trees and shifting dunes on both sides. A series of raised wooden stumps resembling the skeleton of a jetty stretches to our right. Close to the observation platform, two men are collecting their fishing equipment and preparing to return inland. We follow the signs to the wreck of the Peter Iredale, a vessel that ran ashore en route to the Columbia River in 1906 and was abandoned on Clatsop Spit. Its black skeleton appears eerily suspended in the haze. I wonder aloud about the men who were stranded here, on this foggy dune-laden beach with not a community anywhere in sight. They probably starved to death, bodies wrung dry by the brine and stripped by the monstrous winds. We wander awhile on clumps of itchy dune-grass, inhaling the brine-breathing wind, before setting off eastwards. Half an hour later, we reach the first stop on our road trip: Astoria. Before us straddling the Columbia River is Oregon’s most recognized landmarks, the green Megler bridge that connects Oregon and Washington.(more…)
Nestled in the wooded hills of Meghalaya is Shnongpdeng, an idyllic village on the banks of the crystal-clear emerald-green Umngot River. It is fast emerging as the NE’s water sports capital! Visit to find out why.
Late in the summer of 2014, I found myself some 1600 kilometres away from home in a service apartment in Gandhinagar, Gujarat, all pumped up and excited to start my first job. In the three months that I lived in the apartment on Sargassan Cross Road, I learnt how relentlessly Gujarat tries to make a vegetarian out of an omnivore. Let’s get this clear, I come from Bengal and fish is my staple protein and in this part of the country, even Pizza Hut strives to have a suddha-shakahari identity. We eat quite a lot of vegetables in the Bengali household and I love a good shukto and aloo posto but this was a totally a different world where you were not expected to have a choice. Needless to say, it was a struggle. Forget meat, I was famished for the scent of garlic. Less than a fortnight into strict vegetarianism and food-depression started to get the better of me.(more…)
Food can foster brotherhood and harmony. Join us as we jostle through the crowds on Zakaria Street to partake of the Iftar Feast and learn lessons on humanity.