Qasai Gali – The Butcher’s Lane That Never Sleeps
In the heart of Mochi Gate lies Qasai Gali, a narrow stretch so alive with grills and coals that it feels like time itself is roasting over an open flame. Here, beef kebabs are spiced to perfection, wrapped in warm rotis, and served with a chutney so sharp it wakes you up from the inside. Most stalls don’t even have names — but follow the locals, and you’ll find yourself in the right place.
Everyone knows Gawalmandi. But few dare venture into its side lanes — where a lone uncle might be frying kala chana chaat in an iron wok older than the house behind him. Every vendor has a specialty, and every bite is a surprise. No neon signs. No fancy seating. Just stools, stories, and steam rising into the night.
Sanda Road’s Midnight Murgh Fry
Everyone knows Gawalmandi. But few dare venture into its side lanes — where a lone uncle might be frying kala chana chaat in an iron wok older than the house behind him. Every vendor has a specialty, and every bite is a surprise. No neon signs. No fancy seating. Just stools, stories, and steam rising into the night.
Qasai Gali – The Butcher’s Lane That Never Sleeps
In the heart of Mochi Gate lies Qasai Gali, a narrow stretch so alive with grills and coals that it feels like time itself is roasting over an open flame. Here, beef kebabs are spiced to perfection, wrapped in warm rotis, and served with a chutney so sharp it wakes you up from the inside. Most stalls don’t even have names — but follow the locals, and you’ll find yourself in the right place.
Everyone knows Gawalmandi. But few dare venture into its side lanes — where a lone uncle might be frying kala chana chaat in an iron wok older than the house behind him. Every vendor has a specialty, and every bite is a surprise. No neon signs. No fancy seating. Just stools, stories, and steam rising into the night.
Sanda Road’s Midnight Murgh Fry
Everyone knows Gawalmandi. But few dare venture into its side lanes — where a lone uncle might be frying kala chana chaat in an iron wok older than the house behind him. Every vendor has a specialty, and every bite is a surprise. No neon signs. No fancy seating. Just stools, stories, and steam rising into the night.
Qasai Gali – The Butcher’s Lane That Never Sleeps
In the heart of Mochi Gate lies Qasai Gali, a narrow stretch so alive with grills and coals that it feels like time itself is roasting over an open flame. Here, beef kebabs are spiced to perfection, wrapped in warm rotis, and served with a chutney so sharp it wakes you up from the inside. Most stalls don’t even have names — but follow the locals, and you’ll find yourself in the right place.
Everyone knows Gawalmandi. But few dare venture into its side lanes — where a lone uncle might be frying kala chana chaat in an iron wok older than the house behind him. Every vendor has a specialty, and every bite is a surprise. No neon signs. No fancy seating. Just stools, stories, and steam rising into the night.
Sanda Road’s Midnight Murgh Fry
Everyone knows Gawalmandi. But few dare venture into its side lanes — where a lone uncle might be frying kala chana chaat in an iron wok older than the house behind him. Every vendor has a specialty, and every bite is a surprise. No neon signs. No fancy seating. Just stools, stories, and steam rising into the night
