Celebrating fifteen years of food and stories... One winter afternoon, in 2009, we chanced upon a charming cafe tucked in a Hampden rowhome. Drawn in by the aromas of steam rising from a soup cauldron and sandwiches sizzling on a griddle, we found a tiny table along the corridor. Every customer bumped into us as they came up to place their order but this didn’t deter us from basking in the warmth of the crammed cafe. After our hearty meal, as we were leaving, I wished I could

Train journeys in India are colorful events. There is a harmonious chaos. Food on these trains deserves a special mention...

Cutting onions is my favorite task in the kitchen. The rhythm is meditative and I often volunteer to do it. One such evening, oblivious to my surroundings, I was enjoying dicing onions. Alex, along with his lovely wife Nikole and their sweet girl Marie, who was dining at the restaurant, happened to catch a glimpse of me lost in my thoughts. “I haven’t seen anyone smile like you were while cutting onions, you looked so content,” he said to me when I stopped by their table. Thi