The Calcutta Food Walk
The sound of the screeching tires of the yellow-red coloured mini bus announces its abrupt stop at the traffic light.
Close your eyes for a while and stand in the crowd of thousands, a million sounds will whip up the brain. Honking of a hundred types, chatter and commotion, vendors, hawkers, balloon sellers. To someone who is new, this appears to be madness.
Sheer madness. But for those who know the city, there is a rhythm in this chaos, the essential belly of the city, its core and a part of upbringing in the city.
And we are presently at
Dharmotolla - Calcutta’s nerve centre in chief for years, from where a walk of 10 mins in the sweltering heat under a heavily pregnant sky takes us to Dacres Lane. Walking past a few road side outlets selling typical office goer lunch paraphernalia we reach a hole in the wall shop. An illuminated blue box hangs from its ceiling with “
Chitto Babur Dokan” inscribed and underneath the box sits a man in his forties on a high stool rattling off orders at a breathless pace “Dimer Debhil (Devilled Eggs)– 1 plate, 1 chicken stew, 2 cups of tea, Fried rice and chili chicken..” a list that’s varied, fast paced almost impossible to recollect as I note them in my diary. Its erstwhile owner may have departed years ago but his business continues along the blood line of his extended family.
Our efforts, till then,hadn't paid off, for its patrons had kept swelling till that point. Noticing that, the proprietor beckoned and after listening to our story, not only arranged for a photo shoot but was gracious enough to offer us a cup of tea and a slice of the outlet's history.
The ever iconic Chitto Babur Dokan. Mutton Stew at Chitto Babur Dokan. Chicken Stew. Piles of bread that will be finished in a day. The Dimer "Debhil" Curry.
As we walk away from Dacres Lane, shops selling Lassi, Mango Shakes litter the pathway. Office goers in little chairs, sometimes on benches sitting in dingy shops under shades. Here traditional stuff like Toasted breads with omelettes, poached egg,
Ghugni, Cutlet jostle for space with their new age cousins, Momos, Chowmein and Biryani.
Vadas being sold near Dharmatolla. Egg Rolls Chole being sold near Gariahat. Mango Shakes, near K C Das Sweet Shop near Dharmatolla.
In a street corner, is a Nameless
"Pice hotel". A few burning tube lights adorn its walls and its menus are scribbled across a black board. The prices and menu are updated daily. A thin, dark skinned boy with oily hair in his teens walks across to our table. We order two plates of Chicken Thali. In no time he returns from the food counter carrying two compartmentalized steel plates and places them with aplomb. With hunger bellowing in our stomachs, we finish up his produce in no time, ignoring its greasy surface. The bill comes to a meagre thirty-five rupees each.
As we exit this restaurant, the skies start to hammer down the city inundating its lanes. Streams of water jet past the sidewalks towards
the manholes. And as we wait under the plastic shed we watch the fruit sellers slicing up guavas and tempering it generously with black salt
before handing it over to the eagerly waiting client; the Roll sellers turn out eggs and chicken rolls with furious rapidity,
Dosas are spun off at lightning speeds and consumed even faster. In short, it is a foodie’s delight.
Kulfi. Pakodas, near New Market
It takes almost an hour for the rain to subside and with beads of sweat running down from the temple almost as hard as the rains we walk
to our next destination - One of Calcutta’s oldest
"Moglai Parota" institutions -
Anadi Cabin. The entrance is accompanied by a small booth where
Moghlai Paranthas of numerous varieties are conjured and served. When the Moghlai was delivered and we started photographing it, the septuagenarian waiter asked whether we were students of hotel management. By then, stating our mission of photography was well rehearsed and summarized. After hearing us, he brought in the pots of salt and pepper; placed the knife and fork strategically over the plate, added a dollop of tomato ketchup, looked at me, smiled and said “Now,
bhai , you may take a photograph”!
With our bellies full we were reluctant to sample the Mutton Moghlai that we had just photographed. But when the knife sliced through the heart of the Moghlai almost like cutting through butter, we could hardly resist the urge to take a bite.
Moghlai Parantha at Anadi Cabin.
The next Sunday we went out hunting for breakfast - exactly
Aloo Paranthas. Next to the Bhawanipore Gurdwara on Harish Mukherjee Road is Balwant Singh’s Eating House – a vegetarian outlet that has been running the show for the past ninety years. Ramu, known to us for
a while now takes our order of two Tandoori Aloo Paranthas and Big Kesar Tea. The Tea arrives in ‘
bhnar’ and we sip and look at the
patrons, most of whom have arrived here after a walk at the Victoria Memorial. Ramu then arrives with the
Aloo Paranthas – with a layer
of melted butter that overflows its surface - accompanied with curd. The Paranthas awaken the olfactory senses – supreme gastronomic satisfaction at Balwant’s is guaranteed.
Tea at Balwant Singh's Eating house. Aloo Paranthas, drizzled with butter.
One afternoon, we walk into Nizam at New Market and order plates of Mutton Biryani. Biryani remains the epitome of Indian cuisine. Much has been said and written about it - its history, legacy, types
et al, but the point I am trying to make is - nothing on earth can beat a well-cooked Dum Biryani. And Nizam’s Biryani, with its fragrant smell and ‘fall of the bone’ mutton is too good to resist.
And..To Top it all, Biryani from Nizam's.
Over the next few days we sample quite a few other outlets of the city. The
Kochuri-Subzi-Jilipi-Tea combination at Maharaja’s in Sarat Bose Road stands out. Sundays are super busy and placing an order takes a while to be processed.
"Kochuri" from Maharaja's near Deshapriya Park Phuchka at Vivekananda Park. Laccha Parantha at Zeeshan Tea being made at a stall.
The Ice Gola near Vardaan market corner is too good to resist. Standing under the shade of a mango tree, this road side stall serves Ice Gola, Soda Shikanjis, Masala Cold Drinks. Its cousin shop, the one just beside it serves Paw Bhaji – greasy with dollops of butter. Rolls from Zeeshan; Phuchka from Vivekananda Park; the nightly jaunts to Dhabas – Bachan’s Dhaba at Rash Behari crossing, Jai Hind Dhaba on Sarat Bose Road, Sharma Dhaba at Ballygunge Circular road – the city has it all.
Calcutta’s food scene is vibrant, versatile and kaleidoscopic. Our journeys took us to one of the minuscule parts of the city and it left us yearning for more as we look forward to take the street yet again!