NYTimes has an article today (Mumbai to Midtown, Chaat Hits the Spot, registration required?!) that talks of places serving Chaat at various locations in New York City and New Jersey.

Asking Indians in America about chaat, India’s national snacks, is like asking Americans in India about burgers: the word unleashes unbearable cravings, nostalgia and homesickness.

And it sucks that I had to read this article at 3:30pm, almost 4 more hours before I can go over and eat some. Some things just don’t feel right. Wish i could walk out of the office, into one of those places and gobble some pani-puri.

Pani Puri is amongst the most famous type of chat around.
Funnily, it’s called Pani Puri in many parts of India but also known as Golgappa in Delhi and Puchka in Calcutta

The article is well written, by a (!) knowledgeable writer.

Not fair, life is just not fair.