Street Breakfast
Every morning I’m late to work. For a week I thought I had to be there at 8:30, and I’d invariably arrive at 9. Then I found out it actually was at 9, and I became late again. This means no breakfast, or it would, if not for the local kade stand. I don’t even know what the thing is called, but every morning a couple knocks up in a little yellow stall and sells bites. She’s got a tupperware full of seeni sambol, slapping it on bread, and he’s handling the cash. I hand over Rs 15 and get a Malu Paan, wrapped in the some random printout from some random company. It is very good.
That little kade is one of my favorite things admist the crowd and chaos of Union Place. The food is great, the bread is good, and the service is, well, a hand through a glass till, but I think the lady smiled once. More than anything I’m hungry, and hunger is the best chef. Here’s what’s on offer for breakfast.
Malu Paan
Literally, a fish bun. I am firmly against fish for breakfast, but malu paan is actually great. Depends on the baker, of course, but it’s savory and spicy with just enough bread to temper the steel.
Seeni Sambol and Bread
Seeni Sambol is sugared onions, but savory. Not sweet at all. It’s spicy and served between two heaving hunks of bread. Cheap but airy bread usually, quite good. Not cardboard Prima toast, this is paan.
Other Stuff
The latter two are all I get, but through the window I see Roti and sambol (katta or something I’d guess) and assorted short eats.
I don’t know where they get the food or bake it (besides the seeni sambol I see them making) but it’s good street food. The place closes by lunch, but it’s a saviour for breakfast.
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my mouth is salavting, caught me while I am starving…
good to know, thanks indi.
This is not to probe too much or suggest any hackeresque (spel?) activities – but I hope your breakfast doesn’t come wraped in the root passwords or something more sensitive.
Speaking of sensitivities, I take it that your stomach has adapted by now to SL out-of-house-non-hotel food :) ?
Machang, the bread only heaves when there’s gullahs in it. Gullahs are full of protein.
But gullahs are not for vegetarians :)
ela! munch on.
thats a really great malu paan photo, i think!
The food is wrapped in a Car sale website printout, interesting… anyone interested in 97, ford explorer 4door 4×4?
damn i could go some malu paan right now, but i don’t know where i’d get one in sydney…?
Raw seeni sambol!!! UUUGHHH!!
How can you eat that stuff raw with bread. My mum and sis love it but to me its absolutely naff.
However the irony is that when you stuff spicy hot seeni smabol in English pastry puff and bake it, you wont want to eat anything else again. That stuff is positively mouth watering.
I guess its the crunch of the onions, the sugariness of it and its long slippery texture, before its baked, that I can’t stand.
MALU MALU MALU
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