Food is not just about satiating hunger; it needs to be more. It is a joyous melody that makes all the five senses blossom. It is in the crackle of the ‘tadka’ and the crunch of the ‘sev’. It is in the bright green of coriander and the milky white of creamy lassi. It is in the shared plate of ‘garam wadas’ with friends outside college. It is around the ‘nukkad-wale chai ki tapri’ where the team huddled together after a gruelling client meet. It is in the aroma of sizzling butter on a giant ‘tawa’ and the anticipation building in your younger siblings’ eyes. It is in the spicy ‘jhalmuri’ wrapped in an old newspaper, that your crush and you spent reading with your heads held sideways. More personally, it is in the 5-course meal with colleagues at one of the khao gallis of India, where we began our meal with mouth-watering ‘aloo chaat’ and ended with some delectable ‘malai toast’.
The melody of food found in the streets of India, is the harmony of smell, feel, vision and beauty, tempered with nostalgia. This symphony is what we hope to bring to your table at Hawking St.
A dream project, Hawking St. was born when we realised that the kind of
adrenaline rush evoked by the street foods of India was far stronger than the bland, flash in the pan emotion that happened when eating food in a luxury hotel.
Once the concept of helping people relive their happiest food memories crystallised, we went scouting across the country for the best regional street foods. From lanes of Lucknow to the ‘gallis’ of Mumbai, from the vendor in Kolkatta to the teashop in Kerala, we tasted them all.
We brought back recipes and stories to share with you. We present to you a place where you can come with your friends and family and enjoy the very best street food with a twist and make core memories.
Hawking St. – as the name suggests, is modern yet ‘desi’, regional yet classy. A place that hopes to give the food that runs India its due glory.
This is our story.
Come on over to share yours, over a cup of piping hot cutting chai

 

One bite, two bites, three bites, four
The stomach is full
The heart craves more
Every spoonful, a heavenly delight
Weaving warmth and
Memories bright