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A taste of Juhu Beach


It's really hard driving by Mumbai's Juhu Beach. You can smell pao bhaji when you are at least 5 minutes away still, and there is no way to resist that kind of temptation. And yet, you know it's not hygenic and are scared to eat what countless shacks on the beach are selling. I usually take refuge in Prithvi Cafe, just a few minutes away, and making probably the best pao bhaji in town.

I've often thought of making my own. I even have inspiration, for Nupur, facing the same temptation as me, came up with a recipe. A recipe countless foodies have first encountered with surprise (what! no onions!), then tried and confirmed as "the authentic street flavor".

I finally tried it last night. And Nupur's right. This does bring the fragrance and flavor of Sukh Sagar, and that of Juhu Beach to your home. Just perfect for RCI : Street Foods of Mumbai that Aquadaze is hosting this month.

I served this authentic bhaji not with pao, but with...hey! the bread's another story. Come back tomorrow.

Comments

notyet100 said…
loved it.will come again tomorro,w..ceeeya,.
Curry Leaf said…
Wow,I too love Nupurs Pav Bhaji.But yes,surely waiting for the bread side story,Sim.I wish you would also make/bake Swiss for me
Rush said…
i loved prithvi for their expresso but never knew they served pav bhaji..atleast 6 years back!!
Bharti said…
A gem of a recipe.
Aparna said…
The first thing that caught my eye were those "clover" rolls on the side. :) Did you bake them?

I remember eating "pav bhaji" long back on Juhu beach, when we used to live in Bombay.
aquadaze said…
that recipe is a keeper..thanks for the entry! Waiting for the bread now.
Divya Kudua said…
I've heard so much about Juhu beach chat and have decided that the first thing I'll do when I land in Mumbai is have Pav bhaji and Vada pav from the streets;).Love Nupur's no-onion Bhaji recipe.Waiting to see the bread-story!!
Parita said…
Oh u brought back so many memories...i often used to visit juhu beach, start walking from centaur and go towards santacruz, feeling soft sand on your feet..oh my now i m missing bombay so much..:(
btw bhaji looks delicious!!!
Srivalli said…
thats simply so yummy!
Laura said…
I have stared at that recipe and thought about making it. Glad to hear it is so good, I will have to try it.
Anonymous said…
First time here...cool blog.made me nostalgic too..hope to see you soon .
Min said…
Hi Simran. Okay, you say "pao" and Nupur says "pav." Please tell me what's the difference? This looks wonderful!

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