Personally, we bongs are basically lyadh-khor (you can start bashing me now… ). Any Sunday means waking up late in the morning and after having the morning cup of tea paired with Marie biscoot, the usual chore is a good fish-shopping in the friendly neighborhood fish market. But, we were having a discussion with ayan da about one of those underrated dingy joints, for which he was having high regards. One thing led to another and with some life-threats, 3 idiots from Kolkata set out for this place for their beef breakfast …… and a Lara Croft like adventure started (except maybe the glamour quotient). Beeru’s it is.
Once someone enters Eliot Road, after crossing Loreto Day school (on right), at the next crossing, left-hand side is this non-descriptive shop (the direction in google map can be seen here).
Reaching the place
Being the youngest of the lot, it was my duty to arrive there first and I obey rules. Next was Ayan da and he quickly announced, “Riju will come but that doesn’t stop us from ordering”. “Aye aye captain” was my answer and we settled in. Now, if you don’t look at the floor and don’t mind those wooden benches and sharing table with a stranger, I have a thing or two for these types of joints. I’ve experienced some of the finest food in joints like these across India. The ordering didn’t take much of time – “Bada mein jo jo hain, sab laiye ek ek plate ….. “- ayan da took the lead and probably the waiter chacha could recognize us as the “so-called-foodies”, the service for the beef breakfast started.
It was a simple choice. Karak roti with a plate each of Kheeri Gurda, ishtew, magaz and beef chaap and all items were made of beef.
While the magaz was the usual less spicy one (and even a no-brainy me know it), the Kheeri gurda made up for it. Personally, I don’t like kheeri- the chewiness but that didn’t stop me from wiping that tasty gravy with the roti. The ishtew (primarily cooked with whole spices and that’s the beauty) was good I must say, but the showstopper was the Beef Chaap. Apart from Bombaiyaa, I hardly had anything like this in any restaurant in town (I am not talking about the home cooked love here).
And just at this moment, I realized there is Halwa poori. And a true blue bong can’t ignore his sweet craving. And, when I was getting impatient of the fact that it was delayed getting served, chacha assured us by saying “Saab, garam poori aa raha hai …” and it again restored my faith on humanity. The poori was having fine slices of green chilly and ginger, while the halwa was of a mild-sweet nature. And, like the odd couple of Shahrukh-Kajol, they actually complemented each other. And, if you don’t order for this while here, please die.
Two cups of this chai (with milk, sugar and this powdered masala) helped us gulp all of these down and finally, the table looked like this okay, you’re allowed to laugh your a$# off).
I’ve walked along this road numerous times but somehow missed this gem. And frankly, I don’t know about the food quality on lunch and dinner, but a beef breakfast is definitely recommended here. Pocket pinch? For all of the above, the bill was 258/- and as usual, Ayan da shut me up from giving my share “Amra boyse boro na ??? ?
Bon apetit !!!
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