Bade Miya

Dirt-stained walls and shiny cars

Food

Service

Atmosphere

Think open-faced rooms with once-white, now almost graffiti-like- dirt-stained walls that make you sick by looking at them, illuminated by blinding neon tubes, people on chairs and plastic plates on tables jammed inside with no spare square foot left and above all the suffocating heat that makes you think the power wasted for those effortlessy rotating fans could aswell have been saved.

Now take at a look at the people’s faces and notice that instead of suffocating or fainting they seem to be having the time (or at least the meal) of their lives. Yes, the food it is that delights each and everyone of them, the bus conductor, the family-with-two-children and the young urban advertising professional, the vegetarian and the non-vegetarian.

Give it a chance and trust the gaggle of Mumbaites who come here to satisfy their late night munchies. The food is freshly prepared in a street stall, the indoor-premises have been hired to accommodate at least some of the innumerable guests. If you don’t fancy to sit in there with the crowds just stay outside and find yourself amongst the upper class youngsters who simply lay out their plates on the hoods of their shiny luxury cars celebrating their midnight feast.