Arbaz Alware
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After a long and tiring shopping session at and near Mhd Ali Road, I paid a premium to a taxi to get to this familiar place. I was promptly seated with some strangers at a shared table, as is the custom here. The strangers left while my order was brought; two more strangers joined the table — one, a foreigner, unable to figure out the menu and wasn’t helped; the other disappointed that the bun maska wasn’t in-house, ruing the lack of authenticity and complaining about why they should have something a roadside tapri would serve.
I enjoyed my meal — shami kebab with butter paratha — but before my bill was brought, I was subjected to a cross-selling attempt for some cheap perfumes. I left disappointed at the loss of authenticity, but at least I can return to have some good food again.