I never have shied away from the fact that I am a die-hard foodie at heart. I love to eat and have always been fond of trying out different cuisines and dishes. My visit to any city would always be incomplete without trying out the delicacies that the city has to offer. And I specifically thrive on the local cuisines, which is best found in the street food options the cities have on offer. To that effect, I have definitely taken after my father. He too was a die-hard foodie, albeit with a slight difference that he had a very partial inclination to Bengali food! Another major difference is that unlike dad, I was a lousy cook! Baba was an excellent cook, so much so that he could tell whether a dish had turned out perfectly or not just by smelling it! I would watch him passing on instructions to my dear wifey, who would be toiling away in the kitchen, so that the dish been prepared turned out just right. I could not help but marvel at his skills as a cook. He would often tell me to lea...
