street food

I tell myself this every time I go to India: wait until the last day to eat street food, if you absolutely have to. Well I absolutely had to and I was unable to wait until the last day. There were a few contributors to my mild affliction — questionable straws in my otherwise reliably sterile coconut water, ice of dubious origin in my gin and Limca, a newspaper cone of peanuts, chilis, onions and tomatoes from a vendor with one foot — and then there was the pani puri. 

I thought I'd put the old adage "a picture is worth a thousand sandwiches" to good use. I'm on Flickr's side — how do you not photograph a sandwich this beautiful even if you're not of the much-scorned "foodie blogger" persuasion?

I'd seen currywurst stands in every city I visited. Every airport, too. I know curry, and I (now) know wurst, so surely the combination of the two would be something worth eating. It's not that I was wrong. It's that I wasn't exactly right.