|Amazing keema filled fried omelettey thing. I wanted another.|
Tonight, me and a few other interns decided to go to Mosque Road Food Festival in the Muslim quarter of Bangalore. We’d heard good things about the street food and I was eager to confirm the rumours.
The food festival is held in celebration of the Muslim month of fasting, Ramadan, however it wasn’t only the Muslims that flocked to the steaming, smoking stalls, but Hindus, Christians and foodists of all colours and creeds jostled and squeezed to sample crispy samosas, grilled meats and fresh lime juice. You know the food is going to be good when the city comes to stand still traffic with drivers hypnotised by the smell of biriyani and grilled kebabs.
|Really happy autorickshaw driver enjoying the stand still traffic|
The smells bombarding our senses were just incredible. Forgetting my fears of dehli belly, I threw caution to the wind and ordered three of everything. The chicken wraps with wafer thin rotis and a smoky sauce were moorish. In fact, when the guys went back for more, there was no chicken left! The guys sampled camel and scoffed down barbecued prawns and I just kept going back for seconds. And thirds! I had a gorgeous creamy almond dessert served in a dinky clay pot and a refreshing rose flavoured milk drink called Falooda. Perfect after a little spice.
The smells of cooking meat, stall vendors clamoring for your custom and the brilliant jewels of dried fruit and Amber dates glittered under the imposing views of the mosque. The atmosphere was joyous and animated with it being the day before Eid-ul-Fitr, the festival marking the end of Ramadan.
Positively full, and if honest, feeling a little bit sick, we waddled towards a ‘rick’ to get back to the hotel. Being five of us, we’d have to get two-but we’re forgetting we’re in India now; there are no rules. All five of us piled into the back of the auto rickshaw and headed back.
In the afterglow of samosa sedation I only went and booked two more trips away. So this weekend I’ll be off to Mysore and next week, the North of India!
Namaste for now.
Eid Mubarak to all.
|amazing freshly made kebabs.|
|The locals knew which stalls were best, I followed the loudest person and ordered what he had|
|Rupert bartering for some dates|