Calcutta
Where you can eat like a king for very little money...
Where time to seems to have halted in an age a lot of us are nostalgic about...
Where global chains and QSRs reach last and its all for the better...
Where your average Joe has a strong opinion on food and standards have to be high...
Calcutta
Where Pice Hotels serve wholesome meals...
Where cabins with a long list of fried goodies breach your resolve...
Where the Biryani has potatoes in it and strangely enough, it works...
Where a lane serves serves dim sum and soup at dawn for breakfast...
Calcutta
Where the tea tastes better and is served in earthen cups...
Where Rossogullas are served warm and packed to go in clay pots...
Where Puchkas are dished out not in batches of six, but till you ask Dada to stop...
Where shops serving Mutton Rolls rub shoulders with second-hand book stores...
Calcutta
Where I lived and studied many years ago...
At a location which was back of beyond and a year which now seems ancient history...
At a time when my palate was not developed enough to appreciate some of these gifts...
When I had a mental block against fresh water fish and food cooked in mustard oil...
Well, its time to correct some of that.
Calcutta, I'm coming...
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May the force of Notun gurer rosogulla be with you!
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