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Masala dosa.

The best masala dosa i have ever eaten. Better than 5 star restaurants. It was at a local Dhaba - Krishna Vaishno Dhaba. I recommend it to anyone who visits Srinagar. Some really good veg food.

Masala Dosa in Srinagar? Now that's a shocker. Was it a dhaba specially catering to south Indian pilgrims?
 
Masala Dosa in Srinagar? Now that's a shocker. Was it a dhaba specially catering to south Indian pilgrims?

A shocker for me is that its a shocker for you because its quite common here in a lot of restaurants. Obviously their main targets are the tourists who come here but the locals enjoy it too.

The Dhaba which i went to is a purely veg Dhaba and has a wide variety of Indian cuisine from various parts of India. Their chhole bhatoore, Dal makhni and the different kinds of parathas are really good as well.
 
A shocker for me is that its a shocker for you because its quite common here in a lot of restaurants. Obviously their main targets are the tourists who come here but the locals enjoy it too.

The Dhaba which i went to is a purely veg Dhaba and has a wide variety of Indian cuisine from various parts of India. Their chhole bhatoore, Dal makhni and the different kinds of parathas are really good as well.
Honestly I would have imagined Kashmir having 'dhabas' devoted to it's distinct local cuisine as well as a few restaurants here and there specializing in Mughlai food catering to mainly north Indian customers. What other South Indian food you can get there? and If I'm not wrong arent most of the tourists from North though?
 
Honestly I would have imagined Kashmir having 'dhabas' devoted to it's distinct local cuisine as well as a few restaurants here and there specializing in Mughlai food catering to mainly north Indian customers. What other South Indian food you can get there? and If I'm not wrong arent most of the tourists from North though?

Obviously there are a lot of restaurants dedicated purely to Kashmiri cuisine, the wazwan and all. Infact they are more in numbers as one would expect. But some of the south Indian dishes are available.

Well i dont know how many dishes are available. I personally have had the masala dosa and plain dosa with sambhar and different chutneys. Idlis are also available at some places but aren't very popular. I have also eaten one south Indian sweet with coconut flavour, i forgot its name.

Yes most of the tourists are North Indians because of closer proximity. South Indians who visit are generally the upper class guys who stay at 5 star or 4 star hotels.
 
split pea dahl

I haven’t read that one.

As a child, I was a voracious reader. I still am (a voracious reader, that is, not a child). Anyhow, once I was so engrossed in a book that I brought it to the dinner table. My mother asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said, “Just roti. I have Dahl.” The book was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

I was proud of my wit, but she didn’t get the joke.
 
I haven’t read that one.

As a child, I was a voracious reader. I still am (a voracious reader, that is, not a child). Anyhow, once I was so engrossed in a book that I brought it to the dinner table. My mother asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said, “Just roti. I have Dahl.” The book was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

I was proud of my wit, but she didn’t get the joke.

I wish you'd get invited into a talk show like Conan or something, would be a very interesting hour or so.
 
I wish you'd get invited into a talk show like Conan or something, would be a very interesting hour or so.

They would never invite me. They are afraid I would steal their thunder. What if I become a big star? There can only be so many big stars at one time.
 
A shocker for me is that its a shocker for you because its quite common here in a lot of restaurants. Obviously their main targets are the tourists who come here but the locals enjoy it too.

The Dhaba which i went to is a purely veg Dhaba and has a wide variety of Indian cuisine from various parts of India. Their chhole bhatoore, Dal makhni and the different kinds of parathas are really good as well.

I didn't know that there is Masala Dosa in Srinagar. That's a surprise tbh.:)
 
They would never invite me. They are afraid I would steal their thunder. What if I become a big star? There can only be so many big stars at one time.

In all seriousness though you actually can. Vir Das has been on Conan's show a couple of times and you are genuinely funnier than him(par zyada hawa me udne ki zaroorat nahin hai :))
 
Can't afford to eat on a regular basis like her. I'm still a student and need to manage my finances well.

How much is a Shawarma there? When I was in Pakistan a few years ago it was 80 rupees for a Chicken Shawrma and 100 for Mutton. IN Dubai it was 2 dhs the last time I was there and here its 2.5 to 4.5 Euro depending upon the place and the amount of actual meat they put in it.
 
How much is a Shawarma there? When I was in Pakistan a few years ago it was 80 rupees for a Chicken Shawrma and 100 for Mutton. IN Dubai it was 2 dhs the last time I was there and here its 2.5 to 4.5 Euro depending upon the place and the amount of actual meat they put in it.

Depends. At least 150 bucks in a theek thak restaurent. Then there's roti and Coke as well. So more than 200 rupees at minimum. Can't spend this much daily on one time meal.
 
Depends. At least 150 bucks in a theek thak restaurent. Then there's roti and Coke as well. So more than 200 rupees at minimum. Can't spend this much daily on one time meal.

Eating these kind of rich food always is not good for health .
 
Depends. At least 150 bucks in a theek thak restaurent. Then there's roti and Coke as well. So more than 200 rupees at minimum. Can't spend this much daily on one time meal.

Good old student days. I remember us all collecting whatever was left at the end of the month (for potatoes and bread) and then I used to go play (machine) poker with the remaining cash. Whenever I did win it was a good last week. Now I spend at least a 1000 euros per month just on food and groceries and we are only three people. :misbah3
 
Good old student days. I remember us all collecting whatever was left at the end of the month (for potatoes and bread) and then I used to go play (machine) poker with the remaining cash. Whenever I did win it was a good last week. Now I spend at least a 1000 euros per month just on food and groceries and we are only three people. :misbah3

Wow you seemed pretty badass back in the day. I don't think my mates would ever allow me to do that in the fear that I might actually lose everything instead :akhtar
 
Wow you seemed pretty badass back in the day. I don't think my mates would ever allow me to do that in the fear that I might actually lose everything instead :akhtar

What do you mean by back in the day. :sanga But yeah the protocol was to have some money from the pool for breads, potatoes (and some drinks). The rest I would play poker with, the thing is, it was a machine and you would get your two pairs, three of a kinds, full house etc but you had either a red or black card button which would double the sum on every correct guess until the jackpot. There was no system but some things were somewhat certain like after 4 blacks a red was due or vice versa however not necessarily the case, I was even recorded many a time repeating "black" or "no, red" in many of my post game sessions in my sleep. The trick also was to bet big as the returns would be big instead of just betting one Lei per bet. Required nerves of steel but yeah, good times.
 
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The world is an unfair place.

I know. And they’re all out to get me.

In all seriousness though you actually can. Vir Das has been on Conan's show a couple of times and you are genuinely funnier than him(par zyada hawa me udne ki zaroorat nahin hai :))

I must confess though, I have no idea who Conan and Vir Das are. The former sounds like a barbarian, and the latter a Bengali economist.
 
How much is a Shawarma there? When I was in Pakistan a few years ago it was 80 rupees for a Chicken Shawrma and 100 for Mutton. IN Dubai it was 2 dhs the last time I was there and here its 2.5 to 4.5 Euro depending upon the place and the amount of actual meat they put in it.

A small wrap costs 70rupees. A bigger one costs nearly 100rupees with ketchup and garlic sauce.

In south germany, i got only doner kebab/yufka doner. Is there a place where they actually serve the original shawarma??
 
I just had chicken biryani with raita (made by my mom) which is what I have had for every Sunday lunch barring three for the past 140 odd weeks...

Still tastes as good as ever! I really can never get enough of it!
 
A small wrap costs 70rupees. A bigger one costs nearly 100rupees with ketchup and garlic sauce.

In south germany, i got only doner kebab/yufka doner. Is there a place where they actually serve the original shawarma??

Now there are many Lebanese/Syrian/Iraqi places that serve Shawarma but they are still in Yufka like breads and aren't as good as the original I used to have in Dubai (Specifically in Karama, Damyati, Shawarma King etc) and Deira rolled into those small Lebanese bread. You needed at least two and sometimes three if really hungry unlike these huge monstrosities.
 
Went to a family dinner party yesterday and was lots of delicious food :)

Biryani, Nihari, some circular balls - not sure what they were but think it was just meat with vegetables and cheese it was delicious especially with sauces, chicken + cheese pie or something like that, channa chaat etc. Think that was it for savoury. There was also some home made drink, not sure what it was but was delicious.

For dessert, lots of home made cakes :). Was my cheat meal.

This relative likes to experiment a lot with food, no idea what she actually makes but they taste nice :)
 
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The Kashmiri Harissa.

Last one till winter returns. Can't eat it in summers.
 
Shakshuka, which is this amazing tomato/pepper stew with eggs poached in the sauce. Get some warm crusty bread for dipping and some sweet chai and you're in heaven.
 
Had Khausa for lunch.

Might be a little hard to digest

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Had nargis kofte last night for first time in ages, an asian version of scotch eggs ;)
 
A tub of peach yogurt. Yesterday it was a tub of coffee ice cream. Chocolate ice cream the day before that. The joys of having a tooth extracted. No solid foods though.
 
A tub of peach yogurt. Yesterday it was a tub of coffee ice cream. Chocolate ice cream the day before that. The joys of having a tooth extracted. No solid foods though.

You sure its just due to the extracted tooth? The cravings of such foods remind me of something else.
 
You sure its just due to the extracted tooth? The cravings of such foods remind me of something else.
Doctor's orders. When your doctor tells you that you can't eat anything other than ice cream, you don't say no even if your love for ice cream has dwindled greatly in recent years (much like the love of cricket).
 
Its very common in the US too for dentists to recommend ice cream after tooth extractions. It numbs the pain a bit, the coolness of it reduces swelling, and it is soft and doesn't entail chewing.

I had all four wisdom teeth pulled a few years back, and I actually looked forward to the procedure because I had carte blanche to consume ice cream for a few days, which I never do because I don't ever eat simple carbs. However, after the deed was done, I couldn't even open my mouth, not even wide enough for a spoonful. [MENTION=132752]endymion248[/MENTION] suggested blending it into a shake, but drinking from straws is discouraged after tooth extractions, to avoid the dreaded dry socket. The kids ended up eating the ice cream, and I ended up on an enforced water fast.
 
Its very common in the US too for dentists to recommend ice cream after tooth extractions. It numbs the pain a bit, the coolness of it reduces swelling, and it is soft and doesn't entail chewing.

I had all four wisdom teeth pulled a few years back, and I actually looked forward to the procedure because I had carte blanche to consume ice cream for a few days, which I never do because I don't ever eat simple carbs. However, after the deed was done, I couldn't even open my mouth, not even wide enough for a spoonful. [MENTION=132752]endymion248[/MENTION] suggested blending it into a shake, but drinking from straws is discouraged after tooth extractions, to avoid the dreaded dry socket. The kids ended up eating the ice cream, and I ended up on an enforced water fast.

I once was on a milkshake diet after I managed to fracture my jawbone during a fight in my teen years. Was on it for about a month and a half, tried to add variety and there was quite a lot of variety when it came to milkshakes in Dubai (banana, strawberry, kiwi, avocado, cocktail etc) but milkshakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner was just too much.

Still can't stand milkshakes to this day, however I did lose about 10 kgs in around 40 days as I ordered them without sugar. Was quite the ordeal, although the cafeteria across the street didn't mind the increase in business one bit.
 
I once was on a milkshake diet after I managed to fracture my jawbone during a fight in my teen years. Was on it for about a month and a half, tried to add variety and there was quite a lot of variety when it came to milkshakes in Dubai (banana, strawberry, kiwi, avocado, cocktail etc) but milkshakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner was just too much.

Still can't stand milkshakes to this day, however I did lose about 10 kgs in around 40 days as I ordered them without sugar. Was quite the ordeal, although the cafeteria across the street didn't mind the increase in business one bit.

I'm intrigued about the fight and the broken jawbone. Details please. What triggered the fight, how many were involved, and did you manage to inflict just as much damage to the opposition?
 
I'm intrigued about the fight and the broken jawbone. Details please. What triggered the fight, how many were involved, and did you manage to inflict just as much damage to the opposition?

Oh man, where to start. Can't even really believe that that was me at a time. I was around 18-19 at the time and was going through my rebellious phase after taking a gap year switching from medicine to IT. I grew up in Mankhool with with the locals who didn't have much to do since the government paid for everything and when work was needed they just flunked out of school after the 6th grade and joined the army for a 7000 AED job (around 2000 dollars US) which was huge at the time without having need of any qualifications. Also the UAE had no conflict with anyone so basically it was paid vacation.

We had many rival gangs from Bur Dubai, Hamriya, Hor al Anz etc but the worst was from Satwa (the place behind Burj Al Arab) which consisted of Iranians (FOB or otherwise) who didn't have much to do all day since they weren't given passports or actual official recognition and were invalid to work or earn a living. The guys were ruthless and we had many a "fight" with swords, knives and what not. There was many a case with guys being lured and stabbed minimum 30-40 times for paltry reasons (now that I think of it) but I digress.

By the time I was 18, I had made quite a rep for myself and was somewhat accepted as an untouchable by mere mortals at the time. So I was at the Karama Park (opposite Lulu centre) with a girl I was dating for the first time. She was really into me and I was just sitting there taking in the praises and how great I was when suddenly a football hit her. There were some 15 year olds playing and of them came to claim the ball rather rudely. She looked at me as if to say "How can you let me be disrespected like that?".

I was still really high from the adulation and I asked him to apologize to her, to which he gave a really unsavory reply (because he didn't know me and my street rep) in front of the cow worshiping me and I slapped him really hard (there was an actual echo) for his insubordination. They all dispersed after that and I went on but the girl called her best friend and told her of the situation, who was the gf of my best friend and somewhat the leader of the group just in case things might escalate (was really grateful later for girls gossiping in this specific instance).

All I remember is her screaming "look out" and suddenly I am bombarded by punches and kicks from around 13 guys, I tried to fight back as much as I could but went into the embryo position of protecting the head and midriff area in case of an ambush. So there I was getting the crap beat out of me when from my horizontal position I see my "homies" running out from the car to my rescue. The guys dispersed just as fast again but we did manage to get a hold of a couple of them whom I paid back in full.

I told my posse to go and wait for me at my best friends house (as I was full of adrenaline and feeling extra heroic at the time), put the girl on the bus and walked back towards home to clean myself up and recover a bit. I still remember the shrieking from the many females outside (and there were always at least 20-30) Lulu center shocked at my blood stained face and clothes.

I sat on the cement couch outside our main door to recollect my senses and then went in. I barely reached my bedroom when I was out of adrenaline and fainted. Next thing I remember was my brother taking me to emergency and me claiming to have fallen down the stairs to avoid further problems with the police.

The worst part of all of this was that I lost my favorite pair of shoes during the whole ordeal.
 
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Oh man, where to start. Can't even really believe that that was me at a time. I was around 18-19 at the time and was going through my rebellious phase after taking a gap year switching from medicine to IT. I grew up in Mankhool with with the locals who didn't have much to do since the government paid for everything and when work was needed they just flunked out of school after the 6th grade and joined the army for a 7000 AED job (around 2000 dollars US) which was huge at the time without having need of any qualifications. Also the UAE had no conflict with anyone so basically it was paid vacation.

We had many rival gangs from Bur Dubai, Hamriya, Hor al Anz etc but the worst was from Satwa (the place behind Burj Al Arab) which consisted of Iranians (FOB or otherwise) who didn't have much to do all day since they weren't given passports or actual official recognition and were invalid to work or earn a living. The guys were ruthless and we had many a "fight" with swords, knives and what not. There was many a case with guys being lured and stabbed minimum 30-40 times for paltry reasons (now that I think of it) but I digress.

By the time I was 18, I had made quite a rep for myself and was somewhat accepted as an untouchable by mere mortals at the time. So I was at the Karama Park (opposite Lulu centre) with a girl I was dating for the first time. She was really into me and I was just sitting there taking in the praises and how great I was when suddenly a football hit her. There were some 15 year olds playing and of them came to claim the ball rather rudely. She looked at me as if to say "How can you let me be disrespected like that?".

I was still really high from the adulation and I asked him to apologize to her, to which he gave a really unsavory reply (because he didn't know me and my street rep) in front of the cow worshiping me and I slapped him really hard (there was an actual echo) for his insubordination. They all dispersed after that and I went on but the girl called her best friend and told her of the situation, who was the gf of my best friend and somewhat the leader of the group just in case things might escalate (was really grateful later for girls gossiping in this specific instance).

All I remember is her screaming "look out" and suddenly I am bombarded by punches and kicks from around 13 guys, I tried to fight back as much as I could but went into the embryo position of protecting the head and midriff area in case of an ambush. So there I was getting the crap beat out of me when from my horizontal position I see my "homies" running out from the car to my rescue. The guys dispersed just as fast again but we did manage to get a hold of a couple of them whom I paid back in full.

I told my posse to go and wait for me at my best friends house (as I was full of adrenaline and feeling extra heroic at the time), put the girl on the bus and walked back towards home to clean myself up and recover a bit. I still remember the shrieking from the many females outside (and there were always at least 20-30) Lulu center shocked at my blood stained face and clothes.

I sat on the cement couch outside our main door to recollect my senses and then went in. I barely reached my bedroom when I was out of adrenaline and fainted. Next thing I remember was my brother taking me to emergency and me claiming to have fallen down the stairs to avoid further problems with the police.

The worst part of all of this was that I lost my favorite pair of shoes during the whole ordeal.

This is all fascinating. I spent much of my childhood in Qatar, and visited Dubai a few times, so some of the locale names are familiar, but a visitor is probably not privy to these various undercurrents. I wonder now if the situation was similar in Qatar, and the privileged, protected life I led meant I wasn't ever fully cognizant of them. Occasionally in school, certain Pakhtun and Baloch students would fight, and threaten each other with raids on their neighborhoods, and there was talk of hostility between them and some other ethnicities who lived on the fringes of town, which always felt a world away from the life we lived.

What became of the girl? Did she take into account the fact that you were vastly outnumbered?
 
This is all fascinating. I spent much of my childhood in Qatar, and visited Dubai a few times, so some of the locale names are familiar, but a visitor is probably not privy to these various undercurrents. I wonder now if the situation was similar in Qatar, and the privileged, protected life I led meant I wasn't ever fully cognizant of them. Occasionally in school, certain Pakhtun and Baloch students would fight, and threaten each other with raids on their neighborhoods, and there was talk of hostility between them and some other ethnicities who lived on the fringes of town, which always felt a world away from the life we lived.

What became of the girl? Did she take into account the fact that you were vastly outnumbered?

True, the expat kids were mostly shielded from all of this and had no way to mingle with the locals as they thought them very inferior. So then they took out their frustrations within themselves. Pakistanis with the Baloch/Pakhtun/etc situation. Indians were very well behaved throughout actually and hardly remember an instance of them getting involved in shenanigans. Did meet quite a few rebels in Al Nasr cinema while bunking to go watch a movie though. That was mostly the height of their rebellion.

The girls adoration grew even more after the episode and she even wrote a fitting tribute on her lj page (remember when that was a thing) at the time. Can't mention much else as it isn't suitable to this site.
 
True, the expat kids were mostly shielded from all of this and had no way to mingle with the locals as they thought them very inferior. So then they took out their frustrations within themselves. Pakistanis with the Baloch/Pakhtun/etc situation. Indians were very well behaved throughout actually and hardly remember an instance of them getting involved in shenanigans. Did meet quite a few rebels in Al Nasr cinema while bunking to go watch a movie though. That was mostly the height of their rebellion.

The girls adoration grew even more after the episode and she even wrote a fitting tribute on her lj page (remember when that was a thing) at the time. Can't mention much else as it isn't suitable to this site.

The Pakhtun-Baloch conflict we occasionally witnessed wasn't between expats. The expats never fought. These kids were from families who had somehow ended up in the country long before the oil riches, had never known life back in Pakistan, and their status was... quasi-legal. They would be in school one year and not the next. Apparently they lived in neighborhoods that were still divided by tribe or ethnicity, and it was common for the men and older boys to frequently raid the rivals' neighborhood. That was quite a shock, because our own parents lived in fear of being "runwayed" at the slightest provocation.
 
The Pakhtun-Baloch conflict we occasionally witnessed wasn't between expats. The expats never fought. These kids were from families who had somehow ended up in the country long before the oil riches, had never known life back in Pakistan, and their status was... quasi-legal. They would be in school one year and not the next. Apparently they lived in neighborhoods that were still divided by tribe or ethnicity, and it was common for the men and older boys to frequently raid the rivals' neighborhood. That was quite a shock, because our own parents lived in fear of being "runwayed" at the slightest provocation.

In Dubai at least the Pakhtun/Baloch conflicts were a thing at least. Especially between the lower income areas of Hor AL Anz, Sonapur, Hamriya etc.

The "runwayed" fear was very real, which usually thwarted any form of dissidence in the root albeit that was true for "most" nationalities. If there was any trouble and it wasn't from the locals it usually involved Bakistanis.
 
Went to family dinner party last night. There was biryani, lasagne, chicken and mushroom pie, bihari boti, salads, chicken tikka masala etc. Desserts there was mithai, kulfi, cakes
 
I just had chicken biryani with raita (made by my mom) which is what I have had for every Sunday lunch barring three for the past 140 odd weeks...

Still tastes as good as ever! I really can never get enough of it!

Repeat (for lunch)
 
Sadly no Nihari in Germany as most restaurants are Indian. Got the Shan Masala mix, hopefully will turn out OK.
 
Simple Fried Egg and Toast.


Hot Cross bun with jam - happy easter!
 
For the first ever I had ostrich steak, it's basically red meat with low fat compared to other products but it's quite expensive in Pakiatan

I loved it
 
Last night had Channa ke Dahl Ghosht with quinoa rice, yogurts and saem aloo
 
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