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.
So, it was a variety of Poha and Jalebi, Sindhi Dal Pakwaan, Gujarati Fafda and Kadhi besides others in breakfast. A lunch of Rajasthani Thali or an ala carte order of Lehsuni Palak and Khichri. And then some Hot Dog, Khopra Pattice and Batla Kachori during evening stroll. All this followed by some Coconut Crush, Garadu, Bhutte Ki Khees, Fruit Shots and what not, including a flying Dahi Bada in Sarafa. Is this mind boggling ? Well, all this was over about 36 hours in Indore.