45 Amil Colony, Hyd

As a young person, I always loved visiting my grandmother's house in Hyderabad (of the Sindh variety). It was an almost magical place, complete with a dusty courtyard full of crevices pregnant with stories and mystery, populated with characters that are hard to forget. There was Pohro (old man in sindhi), a young laid back man for whom no electrical/DIY task was too difficult (he could connect up a whole street to one VCR player); Rajjan, a stern looking driver who was the most effective child scarererererere I had ever seen; Mausi, an elegant and fragrant lady, who had been responsible for the up bringing of what seemed like all the humans that ever lived.

My favourite person of all had to probably be the least likeable, Meesri, a moustachioed greasy man, who had been afflicted with looks and a demeanor that generated all kinds of suspicion. But the man, as far as I was concerned, had stardust in his hands. He could conjure up wonderfully tasty dishes that I would happily sell my mother for. One of his very best was the simple yet delicious egg roll- as far as I could tell at the time, he would simply mix up some tomatoes, chillis, salt, pepper with eggs, and fry this potion, then place it in a chappati, that itself was warm and fluffy. Knowing Meesri would be serving up these treats every morning meant that I would make sure to get up earlier than all my hungry cousins, go down to the kitchen, give Meesri a peck on the cheek, act cute (I know I was young but well aware of what being cute can get you) and hope that he would fill my roll up some more.

Heaven.

Perhaps I enjoy egg rolls more than most, but I am convinced that there are many others for whom an egg roll is heaven, especially an Indian egg roll. It seems to me that despite the rather sophisticated and discerning palate of the non indian customer in England, the joys of Indian breakfast dishes have yet to be experienced here. The simplicity of the indian egg roll, something which even our nutritionally deficient vegetarian friends must appreciate and share(I joke-some of my best friends are vegetarian), means that it will simply not do for the leaders of the Mooli revolution to ignore the claims of The Breakfast Mooli (take note of the effectiveness of capitalisation-I joke as some of my best friends only use small case to write). What do you all say?

If you have any doubts go to 45 Amil Colony and ask for Meesri.