A few months ago, Dean and I spent some lovely times in Old Delhi introducing American food writer Joe Ray to the wonders of Delhi street food. Joe was a charming companion and enthusiastic devourer of everything we put his way.
We worked our way through chaat, jalebis, japani samose, fruit sandwiches and a vegetarian thali at Adarsh Bhojanalaya. But it was while we were polishing off korma at Ashok and Ashok in Sadar Bazaar that Joe confessed he was ‘having a moment’. Dean, too, looked distinctly emotional as he savoured the melting meat curry. We all agreed it was one of the finest meals we’d eaten for some time.
Joe’s lovely article about his time in Old Delhi appeared in the Boston Globe yesterday and while I was reading it I started thinking about the moment when my eating life was transformed by Indian street food.
