I spent most of my time in the Himalayan region. Food was bland, if you could get it; rice, dahl, chopped onion, a roadside chapati, roti on a pan over an open flame. Food was more for subsistence, survival. I am sure it was my fault, because even in Delhi and other big cities, I stayed in far less than five star hotels and ate on the fly, off the streets, suffering Delhi-Belly.
But, in Uttar Pradesh, along the Ganga, I experienced urivaled joy feasting on those insanely sweet, short, fat, creamy, warmed by the sun bananas off the cart, sharing them with a gang of monkeys who were quite friendly and well-behaved with me.
In New York, Flushing, the Ganapati Temple, that small dosa store has some good simple fare and Hillside Dosa Hutt on Hillside Avenue in Glen Oaks, nice taste.
Sorry, I cannot talk regional about Indian food. Many times I ate simply in people's homes, almost picnic-style, on the floor, over a blanket. It was always good enough, basic food, but always hearty, nutritional and vegetarian.
But, in Uttar Pradesh, along the Ganga, I experienced urivaled joy feasting on those insanely sweet, short, fat, creamy, warmed by the sun bananas off the cart, sharing them with a gang of monkeys who were quite friendly and well-behaved with me.
In New York, Flushing, the Ganapati Temple, that small dosa store has some good simple fare and Hillside Dosa Hutt on Hillside Avenue in Glen Oaks, nice taste.
Sorry, I cannot talk regional about Indian food. Many times I ate simply in people's homes, almost picnic-style, on the floor, over a blanket. It was always good enough, basic food, but always hearty, nutritional and vegetarian.
I envy your experience in the mountains. I never got north of Dehradun.