For an owl that I am, the indecision to drop son at school in the wee hours allows a rare ride through my city and a seemingly accidental visit to The Maharaja on Hungerford Steet - one of the Kochuri Trinity...where tasty, traditional, round, unblemished, generous and fresh kochuris greet you at the counter. The spicy 'Alur Torkari' challenges the tongue's endurance. The Pickle made of finely chopped chillies comes as a surprise. The tea is unique here - discernibly carrying the strands of Kesar adding to the aura of the beverage. I come back time and again...I love good-food. And, I love writing about it too. Having never found taste in penning insipid narratives, I sought stories and trivia that had grown around ‘Eating’ - some instantly, some over a period and some across generations. Therefore, my page shares stories wherein food plays the protagonist. Good-food pleases and bad-food teaches. So I owe as much to good ones as bad. And, I always pay for what I flaunt.
Monday, April 23, 2018
Maharaja - king of Kachori...
For an owl that I am, the indecision to drop son at school in the wee hours allows a rare ride through my city and a seemingly accidental visit to The Maharaja on Hungerford Steet - one of the Kochuri Trinity...where tasty, traditional, round, unblemished, generous and fresh kochuris greet you at the counter. The spicy 'Alur Torkari' challenges the tongue's endurance. The Pickle made of finely chopped chillies comes as a surprise. The tea is unique here - discernibly carrying the strands of Kesar adding to the aura of the beverage. I come back time and again...
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