Eat street meat in India

“We sat in a lofted seating area, looking down on the man forming kebabs with one hand, lining the patties on the edge of a plate for another cook to fry. Eating them, I felt a tingling heat I’d never experienced. The chile mellowed beneath the other spices, all of them building and building until I felt my consciousness lift three inches past my brow, like the last time I’d successfully smoked a joint. My cousin and I were giddy, sweeping up the kebab with roomali roti and washing it down with Limca, barely able to form sentences but in complete agreement this was a meal we’d remember forever.”

“This time I walked around a bit more, took photographs a bit more and took in the experience a bit more. There was beef, mutton, chicken, lamb, veal, partridge, quail, emu, camel, offal, seafood…and lots more I’m sure I’m not even aware of. [...] We found our perfect plate on our second round. Four of us shared two plates between ourselves and that was all it took. Bas. It’s something I’m going to miss on occasion in Bangalore; not the excessive amounts of meat but the experience in itself. It’s that one time you head out with friends and gather that innate immunity growing up eating street food in India bestows you with.”