Zakhir Nagar. Delhi. At The Post-Fasting

  Last night, we went walking in the South Delhi area of Zakhir Nagar. This is a Muslim dominated area, near the Jamia Milla University. What muck on the streets! The monsoon rains are playing hide and seek with us, but it had rained. So, I ruined my nice, suede blue shoes walking in the slush. We call the mixture of mud and rain…

Gorblimey! – A Paratha It Is, My Friend!

  Look at the two pictures above. And again, when I finish my rant. Rotis, Parathas and the like have a rich tradition in our part of the world. In fact the tradition extends all the way from North India, through Pakistan and into Iran, Iraq and even parts of the Xinjiang province in China. However, here’s the problem. Walk into a five-star hotel…

Gorblimey!! This Was An Eating Holiday. Part 2

Oh Wow! Post Number 100!!   Now, Haridwar and Rishikesh, being religious towns (that is bad grammar, I know), are towns where no booze or meat is sold or served. You can get eggs in Rishikesh, largely because the hoteliers have bent the conventions to suit the desires of the tourists. I love my meat, but I disagree with this sort of religious convention…

Gorblimey! Was This A Culinary Holiday? Part 1

After a week, I was back at Rishikesh. This time, we travelled around a bit. We stayed at a little hotel called the Rishikesh Inn, and when we checked in, the receptionist challenged us to find better food in the town. So, we took him on. We ate at the German Bakery overlooking the river. Awful food. Expensive, and meant only for poor, gullible…