BK's Place

Pure coronary-inducing bliss.

Food

Service

Atmosphere

I can't believe my eyes. 
Can it be true...
...or have I gone one shot of raksi too far and been reduced to utter delirium?
The day I stumbled upon BK's place in the backstreets of Thamel was the day my faith in humanity was restored. The world is a truly beautiful place.

French fries, freedom fries, hot chips, call them what you will...these golden, artery-clogging pieces of potatoey goodness just don't exist in Nepal, and like any good young Australian male with little to no respect for my poor body and what I fill it with, I had been having cravings.
Serious cravings.
And then came BK's.

BK's is a small takeaway joint claiming to have the best (and only) belgian fries in Kathmandu, and I can honestly say I believe it. Not only do I believe it but I would go even further and say they are better than the real Belgian fries. Or maybe that's just the raksi talking again.

Anyway, try a cone of fries with some topping (get a regular, it's plenty), washed down with a local beer for good measure (Everest or Nepal Ice) in the shady courtyard. But bring your wallet and be prepared to use it, BK know's he's onto a good thing and prices accordingly. You can also buy mo-mos and other fried snacks, although as is the rule all over Nepal, when eating mo-mos, stick with the vegie ones. When you see where the meat comes from you'll understand why.

After my first blissful encounter with BK's, I came back every 2nd day while working in Kathmandu, despite the concerned look of BK and his daughter who seemed to be picturing my heart stopping right there in their courtyard.

There's no way to romanticise it or spin it beyond what it is...a good old fashioned greasy chip shot. It may not be authentic, and it DEFINITELY isn't the place for that candle-lit dinner on your last night in Nepal, but after weeks of dal bhaat, you can't do much better than a deep-fried afternoon pick-me-up at BK's Place.