somewhere in Delhi
Anyone who has ever visited an Indian family’s home or is Indian is familiar with the Haldiram’s symbol. See below (image from Google)
No Indian tea-time is complete without Haldiram’s.
A bag of bhel puri or chiwda will always be kicking around the cupboard of an Indian home.
So think of the impact of going to a Haldiram’s RESTAURANT. I was amazed, astounded, in awe of the industry that is Haldiram’s.
Look at the number of servers behind this counter as you walk in:
There were three people asking me what I’d like.
And then there’s the sweets. My God, the sweets! Imagine the biggest Indian Mithai (sweet) shop you’ve been to in Toronto, then triple that! Row after row of delectable goodness…all so fresh, too!
Then there’s the “restaurant” part of it, more like fast food, where you pre-order then wait in line and bring back your goods to round tables that you stand at to eat. It was lunch time when we went and incredibly packed so at least they’ve figured out that putting chairs into the equation would be a waste of time.
The chinese food was delish!!! Made specifically for taste buds that can appreciate spice. I don’t know why fries are a chinese dish in India, but we saw it a lot. Spicy fries. Can’t complain though, I’d never be able to get spicy fries in the Western world unless I made it myself.
The channa batura was….well, see for yourself.
You even have to go through a security check/terminal to enter Haldirams.
Now, that’s hard-core!