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The Bombay Grill



Bombay's street foods come in more shapes than one. In a hurry, buy a vada pao on your way out of the station. On the beach, stick to the pao bhaji or the icy gola. But when you need comfort food, something hot and buttery and filling, its the grilled sandwich.

Since all it takes is some bread and vegetables and a hand held grill, you will see grilled sandwich stalls at every corner. But I take you to the best there is : the sandwich wallah in Santacruz. This is college street, next to Mithibai and NM Colleges, the place where countless students come for succor.

Can't make it here and want to create your own Bombay Grill? Here's the lowdown on everyone's favorite sandwich. First, you need Wibs White Sandwich Bread. It can't be any other brand, they never ever use anything else. Unless you count that Britannia loaf, a concession to those health freaks looking for brown bread. But you want healthy, you should look elsewhere - this bread just got doused with a liberal layer of Amul butter.

The fillings are always the same. A generous dose of cilantro chutney, then layers of boiled potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions and capsicum. Sprinkle of spicy, tangy chaat masala. Cheese is optional and carries an extra charge.

A small shack will then put everything in a small handheld toaster. This big swanky one has two actual grills to make you a perfect sandwich. A few minutes to get it browned, then your sandwich gets plonked on one of those paper plates up there. Finish it with a splash of ketchup on the side and a small pile of thin, greasy potato chips for the real Bombay experience.

Comments

Curry Leaf said…
Can u courier one for me.? The recipe is doable but somehow,it never tastes like theirs.Good post Simran
Srimathi said…
Yeah! Thank you Simran for posting about it. I have heard so much about it and its nice of you to blog about it on my request.
I just ran out and got myself a toasted sandwich ... the one which is made in that manual toaster roasted over a charcoal fire.. somethings should never change !
Nilakshi said…
Hey Makes me miss Bombay all the more.... but thanks for bringing it back. Well written too

NP
I thought that sandwich wala looked familiar! I hop on over to Mithibai to eat realllyy regularly!
Archana said…
Woe!! Being an ardent fan of the sandwich wala and alumni of Mithibai and a vile parle resident (ex-resident!) - I take serious objection to you calling it Santacruz!! :) Im representing the sandwich walla here. Its Juhu which falls in Parla and bordered by Irla and Andheri!! ooh, im craving that sandwich now..
Save said…
Totally agree on the Wibs Bread only, that stuff is classic Bombay. But guess what my sandwich guy even has Brown Bread from Wibs, they call it Wibs Browny!

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