The Pal Dhaba started out as a small eatery,
where chicken is bathed in desi ghee and dal in pure butter. It is one of the
most astounding places for a true vegetarian to ask for a lunch menu of 2
chapattis and one plate mutton curry, without the mutton, or chicken curry
without the chicken pieces – as the mood may be – on that sweltering afternoon.
The vegetarians who are a bit fussy about sticking to the flora, there is
enough fanfare too.
Although this has met with a very discerning “tch…
tch” from me; I would still secretly agree with my very able sales colleagues’
views of “everything here is good, lets abduct the chef/chefs.” I and my fellow
sales people have had some fantastic rendezvous here.
The Pal has a place for all kinds of
visiting sales people and others too. Sometimes, when our travel allowance has
allowed, we have even eaten in the AC Hall. I am made to believe that they wash
the steel plates with extra soapy water; the servers, however, are the same
though – dirty vests clad, turbaned lads, who efficiently throw food-laden
“steel” plates on our desks and have the arms of a well-trained Frisbee
athlete, capable of making the chapattis land directly under your nose.
Please do wash hands before you sit down to eat; it’s
lip smacking, finger lickin’, finger chompin’ good!
A must try!
Neeti Verma
