tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34858118.post6154151413813748401..comments2024-03-17T10:01:50.240+05:30Comments on Mumbai Magic: Of temples and foodDeepahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08076685280358127119noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34858118.post-74449627829668803622013-02-26T22:08:38.434+05:302013-02-26T22:08:38.434+05:30Never ceases to amaze me how the hygiene factor wo...Never ceases to amaze me how the hygiene factor works out for us so well even in these chaotic production processes...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16270440734442144854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34858118.post-54757985260528279802013-02-15T22:58:09.363+05:302013-02-15T22:58:09.363+05:30I am Made in Matunga - from birth till I was 29 ye...I am Made in Matunga - from birth till I was 29 years of age. So, you know how misty eyed I became while reading your post.<br /><br />I used to live in the lane behind Astik Samaj and the whole area used to be my playground. It has undergone a change but thankfully Mysore Concerns coffee still carries the same aroma to the lane entrance.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34858118.post-86752679088915061422013-02-10T23:57:01.557+05:302013-02-10T23:57:01.557+05:30Remember when we went to a restaurant in New York?...Remember when we went to a restaurant in New York? I think it was your first restaurant in the United States and it was French. And I got the distinct impression you thought the food was weird. When I was in Peru, all the guidebooks cautioned Canadians like me against Peruvian street food. One Sunday morning, enchanted by the culture, I nevertheless bought a sandwich in the market for a nickel. I was sick for a week.Michael Andrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09041946940083486881noreply@blogger.com