A tiny kiosk right along the imposing gate leading up to the Clock Tower, all it consisted of was a couple of plastic chairs by the roadside for people to sit on, and stacks of egg cartons and cold drinks as the only decor elements.
His kitchen had a single frying pan on which, he swore, he got through as many as a thousand eggs a day.
Errant cows and autorickshaws added that extra dimension of excitement and danger to the process of eating the famous omelettes.
"These omelettes," said his young son as he took our orders, "changed our life. Until Lonely Planet mentioned our omelettes, my father used to make a modest living selling mutton curry, some pulao and a few other selected dishes."
Also read: Fewer jobs cut in Feb
Powered by 
| Live updates on money.rediff.com |
|
Advertisement
