India Trip : Day 4 : Post 1

Eventually the CC had to go all "Anthony Bourdain" on you! You knew it was inevitable. Admit it!

Street food in all its gargantuan genius. The gaudy glittery glory of the glitzy gutters!

Eat your heart out, Ferran Adrià, you tarty little bitch! You'll never conquer this experience. You're just another Escoffier-whore and you know it!

Deep breath, CC, deep breath. Focus, focus, focus!

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... and we're back.

You really had to be there but the short version is that if it's fried, it's filled with hit-me-back umami, and it's addictive, what more can you ask for?

We really need to put that on a bumper sticker.

The fried potatoes in the spicy mint sauce, and the same fried potatoes separately in chaat masala are to die for.

Wondrous cheek-bulging battles were forged while gulping gourmands greedily grabbed as much as they could gobble ("Hello?!? we can order more, goodly geniuses!")

Hyper-purists will note that there is a "big" difference between "Delhi chaat" and "Bombay chaat" (pictures of the latter will be posted at a future date.)

Whatevs, daaahlink!!! Let's cut through the crap.

Why pick one when you can have them all?