Talk to a Mumbaikar and he shall flaunt about the best pav bhajis and vada paos that money can buy.
Talk to a Chennai or Bengaluru resident and he shall wax eloquent about the most sublime masala dosas and soulful idli-vadas in the universe.
A Delhiite shall brag for hours about the most decadent chaats that one can indulge on. And divine sweets too.
Heard of daulat ki chaat, anyone ? (Believed to be set by that kiss of early dawn dew !!!)
But ask a Kolkatan and patiently wait as he sets to unfold before you the eclectic smorgasbord of street food his city has on offer.
Kathi Rolls. And a mind-blogging spread of them – Egg. Chicken. Egg-chicken. Double egg-chicken. Double egg-double chicken.
Jhalmuri, bhelpuri and phuchkas. And you do need to try their churmur !!!!
Singaras and kachoris.
Radhaballabhis and aloor dom.
Tele-bhajas. Full of sin.
Chops and cutlets. The colonial hangover.
Chicken momos and thupkas. And that wicked red sauce !!!
Chicken chowmein and that delectable Chinese breakfast at Territy Bazaar.
The ubiquitous mishtir dokan at every nook and cranny, disciplined rows of sandesh, a sea of rosogollas and the mishti doi to die for. Who cares if Orissa pipped us at the post on where the rasgulla originated ?
And mangsher ghugni. Yellow peas and lamb languorously stewed over a slow flame in a bouquet of fragrant spices. A generous handful of coriander leaves. An indulgence of chopped onions. An assault of chillies. And a hearty squeeze of lemon !!!
If this mangsher ghugni is not street food heaven, what is ?