Hallelujah, I finally wrote the Bhatkali Biryani post.
The reason this is such an achievement is less because the biryani was some sort of meat and rice epiphany—it
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Did you feast this Onam?
This country has been on an I.V. drip since the 70s. You’ll find the needle pierced deep into the skin
Iftar in a different world called ‘Naif.’
6 minutes before sunset. We parked our cars near the Fish and Vegetable market, greeted each other, and started walking.
Hyderabadi Kichdi, Khatta and Keema in Hor Al Anz.
We were sure this was not a place for a date, not first, not second, not two hundred and thirtieth,
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The Koki you can find if you peek into an alley of Meena Bazaar.
My mother once told me of a paratha that my cousin would bring home on Fridays. Early in the morning
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I know you want my Appams and Crackly Prawns. XOXO, Karama.
Ever seen that row of South Indian restaurants in Karama, all sitting cross-legged next to each other, selling appams and
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Machboos, Dosa, and Disco Tea. Plotted on the Oversimplified Food Experience Graph.
You’d think that my life is all about Oscar-winning food experiences. You’d think that I have fabled fish curries and
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Ever tried Anda Parotta from that tea stall around the corner?
How many times have you walked past those teeny cafeterias on the road and thought, ‘yech. I’d NEVER go in
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Eating through a Gujarati feast at Rangoli…all in the name of foodie market research.
Some of you may have got a whiff of my latest whimsical idea through this blog’s facebook page, but if
The restaurant next door. Buhari.
Buhari has been like the guy next door. The one you’ve never met, but that’s driven you crazy with curiosity.
A Man-Date at Sind Punjab
I dragged two of my guy friends out to Sind Punjab in Meena Bazaar earlier this week. One of them
After years of eating kababs, I finally ate The Kabab.
It’s not easy being a foodie. Even less so if you’re a food blogger. Everyone and their uncle suddenly feels
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