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"I found myself caught in a traffic jam of carts at Adda, where an achar cart sat to our right with wide-mouthed jars of mango, caperberry, and pepper pickles gaping like hungry seals, a neighboring table was choosing wood chips for the restaurant’s coveted butter chicken service, and a server waited to thread a party tray of chaat to our table; we couldn’t even go to the restroom because we were too busy being attended to." - Jaya Saxena