Every morning Iâ€™m late to work. For a week I thought I had to be there at 8:30, and Iâ€™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 donâ€™t even know what the thing is called, but every morning a couple knocks up in a little yellow stall and sells bites. Sheâ€™s got a tupperware full of seeni sambol, slapping it on bread, and heâ€™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 Iâ€™m hungry, and hunger is the best chef. Here’s what’s on offer for breakfast.
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.
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.