You know that in India, food isn’t just something you eat. It’s something that happens to you. It’s loud, it’s generous, it’s endless in the best possible way, and somehow there’s always someone insisting you take “just a little more” when you’re already full.
So imagine my confusion when that exact same energy hit me… in Nebraska. I walked into this all-you-can-eat spot expecting a simple meal and left questioning my entire understanding of portion control.
The atmosphere was warm, almost familiar in a way I couldn’t quite place, like I’d accidentally stepped into a different version of comfort I didn’t know I was missing…