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Starting in India: Food

I love India food. The flavors, the spices, the smells. Nann bread, lamb masala, tandoori chicken. I have rarely ever been disappointed by an Indian meal. India was about to change that...

Everyone tells you its impossible to get out of India without getting sick. Too true. Not only ourselves, but everyone we met before and after had a story or three to tell about it.

In Central and South America, its called Montezuma's Revenge, but I never really had any issues with him. I've always considered myself to have a strong stomach. India proved me wrong. I've always enjoyed eating in the streets. Indian street food never did I touch.

Even sticking to the boring hotel restaurants and overpriced tourist joints, did not help our stomachs cope with the misery of eating India food three not-so-square meals a day. And that is more than half the problem. Our westernized bodies just simply cannot handle thaaaat much Indian. I propose even a few Indians suffer from chronic gastrointestinal nightmares.

During my travels I have a few rules about food. Number 1 on the list: No McDonald's. (Except Breakfast) I caved into Andrea's demands after less than a week. It was not the break she was looking for, everything on the menu was Indian rated S for spicy. However, on the plus side, the prices were reasonable unlike many foreign Mickey D's.

#2, No Subway. I caved again. We'd tried calling for delivery once or twice, never a driver available. One day, we decided to pick it up ourselves. In even the most remote places, the dirtiest truck stops, the worst parts of Detroit, you can find a Subway today and always they are clean, polished, bright, cheerful, speedy. McDonald's, Burger King, KFC all vary, but Subway is...Fresh! By this time we were not surprise, only disappointed now that Subway in New Delhi takes the crown for the worst run of 33,000 franchises. That a big feat, congratulations guys. Disgustingly dirty tables, nasty nappy produce, stupidly slow workers...definitely not sandwich artists.

We did however have a few randomly good meals. Typically this happened when we spent more than ten dollars per meal, a fortune by Indian society. The food still caused distress on the way out, despite tasting good on the way down.

If We Did It Again...


There isn't another way. It's simply too much India food for anyone not born in India. I look forward to the day when Andrea allows us again eat Indian food, American style. Until that day, enjoy your garlic cheesy nann and chicken tikka masala for me, we're on the wagon.

India, New Delhi, illness, food

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Posted By: Brendon 10/27/2011