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.
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