From Kolkata memories to Sydney weekends.

A QUIET KIND OF NOSTALGIA

Small celebrations in the middle of an ordinary day.

I still remember school and college days in Kolkata when a stop at Kusum Rolls or Nizam’s felt like a small celebration. Trips to New Market with my mum often ended with lunch. Sometimes it was a kati roll, sometimes phuchka or papdi chaat. It always felt like comfort and joy in the same moment.

My love for chaat comes from my mum. She brought those flavours home with such care and taught me that food is not only about taste. It is about how it makes people feel.

BACK TO SOMETHING FAMILIAR

A long-held idea, finally brought to life.

For years, the idea of doing something with food stayed quietly in the background. During a visit to Kolkata in 2023, I spent time learning from cooks, visiting shops and reconnecting with how things were made. Later that year, I finally gave the idea a chance.

I wanted it to feel close to Kolkata, but even better than I remembered.

After almost two decades of not finding a kati roll here that felt quite right, every detail mattered: flaky paratha, properly marinated fillings, balanced spice and vegetables with the right bite. The messages and reviews we receive now tell me that care comes through.