To a gastronome, who had routinely been feasting on the colossal Iftaars at Hyderabad and Bangalore over almost a decade, a stroll along a bright Zakaria Street during Ramzaan could hardly prove soul-stirring. A taste tuned to the notes of impeccable Pattar ke gosht, Uth ke kebab, Keema paratha and succulent Seekhs, would only settle for something as good or better. Mine couldn’t find any match.
Nay, wrong! Truth be told. Pyare wooed. In a 5-inch frame it hosted the depth and drama of a coquettish vintage – minced chicken finely pounded, skewered and grilled to melting perfection, partly putting my misgivings to rest.
The rest tasted passable, perfect for the fashionably dilettante. Zakaria would stay on more as a forgettable chore than an act raised to love of food.
Ramzan Mubarak!
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