Thakali and more...

You need to be too good when you're good to be condoned when you're not so. Though delectable Shaptas and plump Kothays more than redeemed charred Choila and briny Chowmein, I mulled if I would ever visit Thakali unannounced. Doma, you were terribly missed in that evening’s fare. #uncookedwords


Often taste flows from modest sources. Nonetheless, how could I ever dote on something so unappealing, indelicate and corny? Four Rumalis with two small, coarse, sapid and round meat-pies known as Tikias made my populist and unhurried dinner last night, leaving a lasting afterglow that deliciously outdid what I'd naively bargained for. #uncookedwords


Park Cafe of Paikpara owes its repute more to demure lovebirds of Calcutta who seek anonymity behind its tastefully tattered curtains, than any specific edible. Meaty chicken 'pakoras' cloaked in eggy lacework, old-school fish fries and cups of almost diabetic tea served on a peeling tabletop animated an 'adda' that without any of them could barely be even half as alive. #uncookedwords