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Dhaba Express - Food Review

With the new job stress, I am in the mission to finding interesting and captivating elements both inside and outside the office. The major contributing element is food. As a part of Mission Adaptation, I am checking out the restaurants in and around my office. I am also looking at economic, healthy options. I dont mind the place being small. But clean is the top criteria in my head. Yes I dont know the status of the kitchen. Still the external aura is enough to give a stomach bug. Without even tasting the food. The name Dhaba has a magnetic power. At least it attracts me. I have always had a soft corner and a hungry stomach for the name. I have visited the place before and we decided to grab a quick snack.

The restaurant is in the basement of a dirty complex. The side walls are masked with tempting pictures of parathas and noodles. The minute I enter the place I almost forget that I am in a complex. It is small but clean. Score one. The menu is carelessly laid on the table. They give me time to browse through the menu. I really hate when people start asking for orders the fifth minute I enter a place. We settle for a veg combo and roll combo. The veg combo comprises on fried rice, 2 parathas, panner mutter masala and raitha. When did raitha become a part of the menu. Is it not supposed to served along with the food, I wondered. The roll combo consists of a hot and spicy veg roll and chocolate milk shake. I slurp in delight at the name itself. The veg roll is huge and sliced into two.It is not too spicy and has the right taste. The rice is a little bland and has too many peas in it. The masala is thick and warm. It is not spicy either. The chocolate Milk Shake was a disappointment though. Maybe because my taste buds are addicted to chocolate and are never satisfied. It is not bad, But it can be better. The place is economical and it is not too crowded. A must visit.

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