The Poori was so crisp that the moment you try to pierce the puff with your finger, the crust would crumble into flakes. The Chhole were spicy and the watery gravy complimented the morsels of Poori, perfectly. The edges of the Malpua were crisp. The taste had a hint of cardamom and was not high on sugar.
I would have driven on this highway , God knows how many times, over the past almost three decades. Every stoppage on a Dhaba, while having the breakfast of Tandoori Parantha with White Butter,followed by a glass of Coffee, I would feel that something is amiss. This time, I had decided to drive past Karnal and make a halt at Ambala, an offbeat stoppage.
Then came in the much awaited Mutton Puttu Biryani. Had altogether a different look than a Biryani. My colleague, a vegetarian, explained me that Puttu is a breakfast staple in Southern India, particularly Kerala. Steamed cylinders of Rice Flour with Grated Coconut, and not rice grains, serve as the main ingredient and the dish has sweet or savory fillings of you choice. Ours had Mutton.