Go-aaaaahhh! That’s how one feels after spending time in the land of sun and sand, with its old Portuguese traditions melding in with Indian traditions and culture, where food is of legendary repute and siestas are a must. The food market in the capital of Panjim, too, is an experience unlike any other food market. Where else would one be able to get fish that are still breathing, having been caught not more than 10 minutes ago? Where else can you choose which chicken you would like slaughtered for your dinner? Where else would the state of the hygiene practices make you want to run a 100 miles screaming in shock and horror? Ha! Fear not, it’s fresh, it’s wonderful and it’s all oh so very good!
Having a lovely little pub as your local is great. Having a fantastic little restaurant also as your local is a double victory. Especially when there’s nothing really worth of any mention on that stretch of road. A couple of weeks ago I decided to take a chance on the Malaysian restaurant Puji-Puji a few minutes walk away from my house. The menu read like any South East Asian restaurant and at the best of times, the restaurant was always, mostly empty. Nevertheless, the thing that surprised me was that unlike most restaurants in its category, Puji-Puji’s menu was surprisingly short.