Mail pe mail, mail pe mail, mail pe mail.
Yeh nainsaafi hai Manager sahib!
Alas, no heed was paid to this dhai kilo ka feminine voice.
And I returned home sloshed after nine hours of Herculean task. At such points in life all you can wish for is Maa k haat ka khana. But leading an independent life comes with quite a hefty price.(If in doubts, take a look at our country. Independent India has politicians! What worse could we have asked for?)
However, the rumbling stomach had to be fed and I took a look at my options.
a. Dhabe ka monotonous khana 😥
b. Opposite footpath se Vada Pav :”(
c. Pani pee aur so jaa! X(
Option C was immediately chucked off from the apartment window. I have a 82kg figure to maintain. Can’t compromise on that. Options A and B read grief all over it and in my pursuit to find Happiness (read: Kolkata style Biryani) I found Hangla’s!
Waiving off all my tiredness and not finding a partner in crime I took to road to the Chakala outlet of the restaurant chain, found myself a cosy- well not so cosy- corner and ordered Chicken Biryani.
Now, here is the thing, if you are looking for a lavish place with pristine white table clothes, dim lights, more waiters than customers,Hangla’s will be a disappointment. This quaint little place is about taking you back to the Food Capital with its aromatic dishes.
And while I sat there smiling away like a fool, soaking in the smell of Kolkata, arrived the plate of yellow rice with a peeping white egg accompanied by the boastful Alu. Carefully hidden under the veil (rice) were the majestic pieces of chicken.
Forgetting basic etiquette, I simply dived in.
Aaah! Kolkata, I could feel you in every bite I took.
The soft, succulent dual chicken pieces and the cooked to perfection rice won my heart. Well, as for the aloo, it was quite a struggle. Although this veggie is treated with much importance in my hometown, I don’t really have a ‘soft’ corner for it. Hence, No complaints Hangla’s.
Licking off the plate clean in less than 10 minutes I let out a satisfied burp. The Rs. 200 spent was worth it, In fact, the MeeraKumari me would say, “Ae, Biryani, Hazaar Rs. 200 kurbaan tumpe. Jannat ka swad dila diya!”
Few burps down, I found true love in Mumbai.