Get this hankering for good street food from Bombay every once in a while. There is a solution to the problem now - sort of. A couple from Mumbapuri trained in the fine art of butchering and skewering and mixing and frying set up shop in a burb in Silicon Valley. Place is called Mumbai Chowk - meaning the town square from Bombay - an unassuming location in an even more unassuming stretch of strip mall like those that invade all of suburban America. This one is on the once edge of the bay where the marshes met land. It is in a town called Newark..yeah we got one on the left coast too. It too is populated by a lot of creatures from the Indian subcontinent and esp those that get that hankering once in a while. So we researched, we mapped, we came. The familia that is - for lunch. We sampled a bunch of things from kababs to Pav Bhaji to Hakka Noodles. Pot Pourri of the street foods and it was meager to sumptuous depending on what you ordered and tasted from titilating to party in...
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