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| A regular Monday night. |
Bademiya Seekh Kabobs, as the sign reads. As our first night in India was coming to a close, my dad surprisingly permitted, nay insisted, that we eat at this famous roadside eatery. Situated in Colaba, the southern tip of Mumbai, this pop-up restaurant only caters in the evening until... well basically, until everything runs out, and boy, do these babies sell like hotcakes!
Ordering is a little chaotic, no discernable lines with everyone shouting their orders in Hindi. Tables are hard to come by, some of the locals even had the brilliant idea to bring their own chairs from home. My dad, being the pro that he is, was able to get what seemed to be a waiter to look out for a table for us, then to bring out our food in a super timely manner.
We decided to get one kabob each and to share a whole tandoori chicken. I'm not the biggest fan when it comes to kabobs, I always find that they're over-grilled and dry. But after just one bite, my first thought was: now, what would one have to do to replace Adelaide Street's Burrito Boyz with Bademiya Boyz?
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| The making of a roomali roti. |
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| Rotis are usually very thin, unlike their naan counterparts. |
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| Enjoying the sweet Indian roomali roti-scented air. |
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