Despite my love for ice cream, I’ve somehow gone my whole life without trying the Indian version of the dish, kulfi. I regret this mightily. Eating the kulfi at Ramchandra Kulfi Bhandar was definitely one of those “where has this been my whole life??” moments.
A samosa was one of those things I knew I’d have to try at least once before leaving India. Basically anytime you wrap something in dough and deep fry it, it’s going to be delicious. Samosas are not the exception to this rule.
I’ve been seeing carts all over Jaipur serving little bowls of curry with crispy fried bread (a papadum, or papad, I believe) on the side. Obviously, I had to try it.
I think it’s quite possible that pav bhaji might have the most butter you can cram into one meal. It’s pretty intense (and delicious).
If you’re walking around and you stumble across a busy street vendor serving up deep-fried goodness, you have to stop and try it. That’s the law. Don’t look it up, just take my word for it.
Lassi is an Indian yogurt drink that’s basically Yop, but about a billion times better.
I was a bit wary of trying the Salted Egg Yolk Loaded Fries after the almost comically anemic “loaded” fries I had at McDonald’s in Hong Kong. But I couldn’t resist. Salted egg yolk fries? At McDonald’s? I’ve gotta.
You’re probably familiar with chicken rice, a local specialty in Malaysia and Singapore, in which boiled or roasted chicken is served with chicken-infused rice, typically with chili sauce on the side.
You might not be familiar with chicken rice balls, however (I certainly wasn’t until I came to Melaka); it’s basically the same dish, but with the rice rolled up into Timbit-sized balls.
Here’s one of the nice things about almost everyone being able to speak English in Malaysia: I walked into Goh Signature Centre completely at random (it looked busy, which was good enough for me). I had no idea what to order, but I was able to ask the woman in the restaurant what their specialty is.
I’ll admit that the two bowls of tonkotsu ramen I’ve had so far in Fukuoka threw me for a loop. I love that style of ramen… or do I? The two bowls I sampled in Fukuoka (the birthplace of tonkotsu ramen) were one-note porky in a way I found vaguely unsatisfying.