Imagine… The joy of tasting fried mussels on Kozhikode beach… Being awash in nostalgia as you eat a kachori in a 100-year-old Allahabad institution… Eating singhara at a shop without a name and wondering how it became quite so famous… Falling under the spell of Dal Lake even as you tuck into skewers of tujh, grilled over coals… Bazaar Bites takes you on a journey through India’s most vibrant street-food hubs and through their delicious and diverse offerings. Part travelogue, part food guide, this book, spanning over 40 Indian cities, also brings you up close with the vendors of street food, many of whom have been practising their craft over generations, and tells the captivating story of their passion, dedication and resilience.
Indian street food, divided by states and content but united by foodies is a huge business and art form. Overcoming the pandemic and sprouting cafes and delis, it continues to not only satiate the hunger of those for who it had been devised in the first place (migrant workers and labourers) but also attracting food connoisseurs on their food tourism or food walks.
In Bazaar Bites, the authors have taken a food trail in India, sampling street food that differs not only in taste but also in its monetary value. So while you may find in Dharwad a peda of Babusingh Thakur who migrated all the way from Unnao to escape plague. Today the pedha, devoid of any preservative or colour, has a GI tag. The book is full of such tales about food.
I kept on googling the joints written about in the book and found that I had been to a few of them, including Hotel Mahadeshwara Mylari of Mysore which only serves two kinds of dosas. A gallery like small shop, if you eat dosa here you will forever wish to go back and have twenty more.