Part 3. A short waddle to another hole in the wall which sells only parathas.
The fire puts out some serious heat, the man chopping egg paratha is sweating profusely.
A masala paratha, first stretch the dough a bit, spread on sauce, fold and flip.
The dining hall seats eight only at two tables and is across the alley from the kitchen. The guy with the backpack is our guide, I'm in front of him and hwmbf took the photo. There are three Indian guys at the front table, we sit behind them, nearly a full house. It was very dark, the flash might have blinded this guy.
Notice the ceiling with a large manhole, there's storage space up there.
Plain paratha served with mutton gravy, egg paratha, and a mix of all three. Eaten with fingers of course.
Not photogenic, very tasty and filling though. Somewhere along the way there was an iced coffee from another popular long term place, delicious but no shots...getting photo weary maybe.
Next we hit the sweets.
