On with the #indianstreetfood / #foodtourism adventures. This is a less exciting episode; I think it's important to document those to keep it real.
I'd been told samosas were better up north so hadn't had any in Mumbai. I only needed a little snack for the road and saw some here so went for it.
1. The samosa was mediocre! (The chana was good, fortunately, included though I didn't order it.)
2. I actually ordered a samosa and a vada. Interestingly, this vada—made out of lentil flour—was completely different than the one in vada pav. These vadas are fairly flavorless on their own and usually slathered in coconut chutney; perhaps due to language barrier issues I only ended up with tamarind chutney. That's OK, as tamarind chutney has been my favorite condiment for many years.
3-4. One redeeming thing about this place was that I discovered ladoo here. There are different versions; these were a flavorful and crunchy coconut almond variety. They were so good I bought several more for my overnight bus.
5. More redemption: I adore fennel. All bills should be presented this way.
6. Walking to my stop, saying goodbye to the goats on the ghats,
7. I came across this woman frying up some cauliflower. I was a little disappointed at my last snack and feeling confident about not having gotten sick yet so decided to go for it even though this was one of the sketchier setups I'd seen.
8. It was good and only 10 rupees. I'm not big on pickles (so unhip of me, I know) but the pickled chilies on the side were pretty good too. I didn't want to deal with getting off the bus for a dinner break so I'm glad I went for this little extra snack.
9. This was my bus stop, BTW—it looked like even less of one without my blue suitcase there. The guy at the table is the driver, calling all passengers on the list to make sure they were showing up. 20 minutes before schedule a posh air conditioned Volvo sleeper bus rolled up. I'm 6'1" (185cm) and normally don't sleep well on vehicles but I slept shockingly well. Locals agreed there's something magical about Indian overnight sleeper busses, the lull of the engine rocking you to sleep. I somehow feel relaxed just thinking about it.