It so happened that the Faithful aka 49er fans were celebrating their successful run up during the 2019-20 season and were about to witness a matchup with people from Minnesota. On home turf aka the grass at Levi's' stadium. Not far from the hullabaloo, a mile or so away, 'we' as in the familia embarked on discovering a new food truck that was serving Bombay street food. Pav Bhaji hut so labeled because of the only food it serves (a soft pliable bun or Pav - derived from Pan in portuguese and the bhaji or spicy mixed vegetable slurry hammered for hours to perfection on a very hot griddle. This truck it turned out was accompanied by other Bombay style street food that served Vada Pav and Misal and other tongue tinglers. The truck had been on the radar but for one or the other reason we never had a chance to get down there with the appetite and mood one needs to delve into the spicy fares from the motherland. So this past Saturday we did. Right off Lawrence...
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