#Repost@thefinelychopped (@get_repost) ・・・ Each time I dig into a dahi kachori, my memories take me back straight to my school days in Kolkata. To the chaat walla outside the Park Street Metro Station at whose stall I’d occasionally go clutching a few coins on hot sweaty afternoons on my way back from school. This would typically be on a rare day when I took the metro which was more expensive but faster than the bus back.
The elderly chaatwallah used to take kachoris and samosas or vadas from his basket and convert them into plates of magic with some dahi (curd) and chutneys. I had never had anything like that before. This was my version of a ‘magic mushroom’ in the rather disciplined life that I led. I wonder if the old man still plies his trade 25 years later. I wonder if anyone can ever recreate that experience for me. This one at Punjab Sweets at Bandra’s Pali Naka is nice too.
Park Street to Pali Naka, that’s quite an enduring chaat story.
PS David Chang has declared that the samosa is a dumpling too. After this, kono kotha hobe na, as they say in Kolkata, or finger on your lips!