Anyway, I make my way to Karims. It’s in a small
galli which is very easy to miss. And don’t believe the clichéd types who tell you that you can smell the aroma, etc…etc… Load of horseshit. There is no smell as such to guide you. It is just what some travel writers make up when they feel the need to embellish their reports.
Anyway, I reach Karims around 3:30 pm and it is quite crowded! There is no place to sit. Since I’m alone, I don’t get a table for myself. The atmosphere is very casual, loud and noisy. Couples end up sharing tables with absolute strangers. I for one am sharing my table with a couple of American girls and a middle aged couple.
This is a place which I like a lot! It doesn’t try to be fancy or anything. You don’t go here for the atmosphere, for hanging out with friends or to meet up with people. You go here to EAT. Pure and simple. No strings attached.
The waiter comes and gives me a menu card. It is totally pointless. I don’t really need it. I call him and ask him which are his most popular dishes. Dry and gravy. He recommends the mutton burra. I order a plate of that. Then he asks what I want for the main course. I again ask him his recommendation. He says the Chicken Jehangiri is good. I say bring me one portion of that. He raises his eyebrows and asks “poora plate?” I almost burst out laughing. I want to tell him that this order is for now. If I am not full, I’ll order even more!
The mutton burra arrives soon enough. By the time it arrives, two American girls have taken the two seats opposite me. They are totally clueless as to what to order. They order a chicken dish which is actually a dry dish and they have asked for some butter kulchas. Once the food arrives, they realise that they have made a mistake and then order for some dal.
I, on the other hand, am stuffing my face as quickly as I can! I’m starving and the mutton burra is unlike anything I’ve ever had. I usually don’t have mutton dishes when I go to an Indian restaurant. This mutton burra is out of the world! Mutton is usually quite tough but this is so soft, I can’t believe it is mutton! It is so good, I’m tempted to order another plate, but thankfully (for my stomach), the main course arrives. I now understand why the waiter raised an eyebrow when I was ordering.
The serving is generous and I have just asked for their normal roti. This is not normal by any stretch of imagination. It is unlike any roti I’ve had. It’s not made of wheat like a normal Tandoori Roti, but it isn’t like a Kulcha or naan either. It is just unbelievably soft and tasty! I can actually eat a lot of these rotis plain, without any curry.
However, I do have some yummy Chicken Jehangiri and my head is exploding with the messages my taste buds are delivering every nano-second. I was actually a little worried that Karims wouldn’t live up to the hype and I might be disappointed, but thankfully, that isn’t the case. There is no replay of the Gali Paranthe Wali from 2 days ago.
I frankly do not remember how many rotis I had. Let’s just say that it was a lot and filled my stomach completely! I get to my feet and stagger out of the hotel after paying an obscenely big amount for a single person’s meal in Old Delhi. I’m so full I can’t think of doing anything. My plan is to go the Red Fort now. It is already close to 4:30 and the Red Fort closes at 6:00 pm. The Red Fort is at least a kilometre away. I decide the walk will do me good if I plan on fitting into my existing clothes!
I walk to the Red Fort and buy a ticket to enter. It is really cheap. Juts 15/-. It’s actually 10/- for the entry and another 5/- for the entry to the Indian War Museum. They do not allow you to carry your bags or anything inside so I check in my bag at the cloak room. I ask for a locker and am allotted one.
I carry only my camera inside the Red Fort. The security is quite lax. I’m a single guy and normally, I would have expected to be subjected to a little more than just a glance. Maybe the guards can see the innocence on my face! However, I do worry. I think if someone wanted to do some damage, they could have done it easily. But on the other hand, I’m not an intelligence official and so maybe they know better. However, history tells us otherwise.
I enter through the Lahore Gate. This is the gate through which all visitors enter the Red Fort. This is the gate facing Chandni Chowk and above which the Prime Minister gives his yearly address on 15th August. The Delhi Gate is closed for visitors. However, when the PM arrives for his speech, he and the other VIPs enter through Delhi Gate. As you enter through the Lahori Gate, you come across the Chatta Chowk. This is a small passage in which there are provisions for various shops and stalls. During the reign of the Mughal kings, there were a lot of different vendors here selling everything from clothes to jewellery. Today, you find a lot of stalls selling you artefacts made from marble and other knick knacks.
The worst part about visiting such places in India is that you never get good guides. I got one guide who just gave me the usual story about the Red Fort. I am not the typical visitor and I do know all the basic facts. It is really pissing off to face this problem. I’ve always faced this problem in India. It is almost impossible to get a guide who knows more than the usual facts. I could have got these facts and figures off wiki (in fact, I actually did).