Located on Chitpur Road, a stretch officially older than the Calcutta we know, this nameless Sharbat shop serves some unique hand churned varieties. Tucked inside a hole in the wall, it packs the wherewithal to whip up surprising quenchers at the drop of a hat. Deem yourself lucky if you find one without breaking a sweat, and luckier if you can bring yourself to swilling all that it graciously offers in exchange for a doit. I tried Rose with a spicy twist, and loved. Calcutta abounds in such self-effacing wonders.
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.
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