Dal kachori, giani tea stall, cooper road, amritsar.
the setting - sunday morning 7.30 am, mercury at 10 degree celsius, the inexplicable joy of wearing a sweater in the winters, guru's bhajans playing in the ola that got us here, scores of people seated on rickety stools on the pavement, an assembly line of free flowing chai and conversations in the most beautiful language i know, punjabi.
the protagonists - two scared yet excited souls, not used to travelling for food that early in the morning, constantly worried about the infant they've left at the hotel with the grandparents, yet unable to shake off the food exploration bug that's terminal.
the dishes - the amazing kachori stuffed generously with a pitthi of moong and masoor dal, supremely khasta with the chutney enhancing the taste to a level which even msg can't do to chinese food. accompanied by slow sips of that free flowing masala chai.