In that order. This weekend. Well the former only applied to the child who excelled at the sport. As parents we drove to the race location and watched. Then went in search of food and did the eating.
It was a two mile cross country run at a golf course some 60 miles away from home. In Sardar country. What it means is that the neighborhood where the race ran was set amidst farmlands. Most owned and toiled by migrants from the north of India who settled here and are used to the hard labor and hot sun and working the fields.
They are the Sikh. Also called Sardars colloquially. They also know a thing or two about food. From curries that incorporate variety of freshly ground spices and chopped herbs that sauce up delectable veggies or meat to flat and luscious breads (Naan) baked in earthen ovens called Tandoor the menu is stirring.
We visited one such establishment run by a family of immigrants. You can tell when you enter Rasoi (which means 'kitchen' in Hindi). The open kitchen is staffed by a couple dudes wearing the traditional turban of a Sikh and faces all craggy showing years of wisdom gained. We sit down at the bare bones but clean table and order up.
From Pindi Cholle (chickpea dish made with the dark sauce that hails from the northwest frontier of India) with deep fried bread called Bhaturas, to Goat Biryani to Chicken Tikka and Naans and a side accompaniment of cool, red onion slices and a yogurt dipping sauce the ordered food was hot, just spiced right and tantalizing to the last morsel.
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| Takes hours to make and gone in a minute - Cholle Bhature |
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| Goat Biryani - cooked right overnight - worth checking out |
We even ordered a bunch to go.
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