A clattering of three-compartment trays, a rhythmic mash of bhaji against a hot tawa. A sizzle, a slow-flowing rivulet of melted butter. A name is called, trays pass hurriedly from hand to hand, until one finally reaches you.
Behold Bombay’s beloved Pau Bhaji. Once a hearty meal for the city’s textile workers, it’s now a buttery, comforting staple. Soft pau, perfectly toasted, coupled with mixed, mashed, spiced bhaji – a butter-laden vegetable medley – served on a shiny steel tray. It’s the most simple, most delicious snack, surely best enjoyed on Chowpatty, with a view. There’s a familiar, delightful mess to it: the tearing of pau, the dunking and scooping of bhaji (topped with the fresh onion bits and squeezed over with much lime) and then, the short struggle of wiping masala’d fingers on squares of tissue paper that absorb almost. You give up, only because you’re moving on to dessert.
An after-school treat, an evening-by-the-beach accompaniment, a college first-date favourite, or a quick takeaway dinner – Pau Bhaji always sates. In a city where you can find it at almost every corner, we turned to our friends and colleagues in Bombay to give us their top spot for this buttery, spicy indulgence.