Travelling is a great way to experience new tastes. Whether you like them or not depends on how tuckered or tired you are.
In fact, most people would agree that everything tastes excellent while travelling because you’re either excited or hungry enough to accept anything passable as food to be delectable.
We had one such experience when we had laafi (I’m not sure if that’s the right spelling, correct me if I’m wrong) in McLeodganj.
It was the summer of 2016. We came back from Triund in the morning. It was a great trek, one that will get its own post later on.
Anyway, after coming back to Triund and checking back into our hotel again, we freshened up and went out around for a tour of McLeodganj’s sites and markets.
An hour later, we were walking down the street when a lady called out to us. Her stall was surrounded by people. At first, the commotion felt slightly weird. Then, we moved toward it and tried to catch a glimpse at what was being prepared.
It was a weird, roll-like dish being served directly on a plate. “Let’s try this, bro,” said Chiranjeev to me. He was the keenest and excited one out of our small party.
“Why not?” said Yuvraj and I followed suit. However, since this was something new, we got only a plate.
“What is this, aunty?” Chiranjeev asked the lady who said, “Laafi”. We couldn’t really understand, and I guess it was evident from our faces, so she repeated the word. “Laafi” was what I heard. I’m not sure if she said something entirely different.
The dish had hints of extreme spice with a subtle overall flavour. It was entirely different from the image of the roll that comes to mind when you look at it. It was a pleasant taste. However, I didn’t like it very much, so I stopped eating after a couple of bites.
Chiranjeev finished it for us. We made our payment and walked away. It didn’t taste amazing, but it was new, and I guess novelty is something no one can really deny.
I’m sure it’s an acquired taste, and if I revisit McLeodganj, I’ll be sure to have another go at it, probably at the same stall.