Meaty fritters of this kind sell well next to taverns. And, to those who are minimally aware. Siliguri was no exception and hosted clusters of wheeling peddlers along a buzzing Hill Cart Road selling stocky drumsticks to souls that seek fleeting peace in inebriety. Served wrapped in dated newspapers torn into squares, the fries came topped with a raging pickle that makes the most listless dance Flamenco. Juicy chicken legs battered in a bright gooey mix and golden-fried in oil of dubious origin visibly flew away like free passes to a Dylan concert. #uncookedwords
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