Today Bipen introduced me to the most delicious thing: momo. He took me to his favourite momo spotâ€”basically a 6 ft-square room with a stoveâ€”although you can also get this Himalayan delicacy from street stalls.
Everyone crammed around the tiny table was clearly impressed with the amount of hot sauce I used. Little did they know Iâ€™d built up my tolerance in Hyderabad.
Some doubted that an American could handle the authentic heat of local fare. But after helping myself to seconds and thirds of the â€œlife bloodâ€ of the Hyderabad office, I earned their respect.
After crying and sweating my way through that particular meal and, later, a Thai soup that made my Hyderabadi friend cough, the momo sauce barely registered.
Photo: Matthieu Aubry