Gatari, the last day before the holy month of Shravan begins, is a day of indulgence. Eat meat and drink until you pass out in the gutter. That’s the mantra in Mumbai’s Maharashtrian pockets.

Turn your plain old masala Maggi into crunchy spring rolls with this easy recipe.

We love food. There’s no two ways about it. So how does the average twenty-something in India find the patience and money to buy avocados, chia seeds, quinoa, and coconut milk to replace their staples of breads and spreads?

Despite being from a cosmopolitan family, I realised that every day, I was unwittingly consuming our caste on my plate. In the game of kitchen politics, caste is a far more deeply riven divide, than the differences between North and South Indian food.

Switching cities can be a daunting task, especially when it comes to finding everyday comfort food. But culinary experimentation and acidity are two sides of the same coin. How do you flip a favourable outcome?

A list of essentials that urban Indians need to survive First World problems and the Armageddon.

Indian restaurants and pubs have their own caste system. Firangs are the Brahmins of the restaurant world, and next in line are Silver Spoons – celebrities from the film industry. All the hospitality is reserved for them. At the bottom of the rung are single, young men, aka the Sad Stag Group.

Take a trip down memory lane with this hostel food generator or simply discover new interesting recipes. A new twist on spin the bottle.

The lives of the big-eyed, gentle-faced, and maach-guzzling Bengalis are marred by a potent shadow of the world’s most deadly dose of ABC – ambol (acidity), bodhojom (indigestion), and constipation. It’s no wonder then, that the easiest way to a Bengali’s appetite is through a strip of Digene.

Move over anda Maggi, the crispy Maggi Omelette is here to satisfy your hunger for Maggi experimentation.

Make this sinful chocolate pudding because cheating on your diet is the only acceptable form of cheating.

Are you melancholic? Choleric? Omelette? Find out what your meals say about your temperament.

Gujaratis inherit a penchant for "food terrorism". There were Gujarati kids at school who wouldn’t drink “jhoota” water in case it had been touched by a meat eater. And there was my grandmother who’d remind me that I was Jain every time I’d go for an evening snack.

Hostel nostalgia taaza karo, bread ke beech mein bhujia bharo.

We seem to have become intolerant to the very foods that used to be household staples – butter, cheese, milk, and rotis! Has something truly changed, or as my mom would say, are we just trying new ways to push up our cool quotient?

Food and sex go hand in hand. Making love on an empty stomach is like crossing the desert barefoot: You wouldn’t want to do it unless absolutely necessary. What we eat says a lot about who we are. Pick a five-course meal and we’ll tell you your favourite sexual position.

Closely observing people’s eating habits is one of my biggest pet peeves. If eating at an authentic regional cuisine restaurant, why order the most generic, non-regional thing on the menu? And think of all the dosas being eaten with a knife and fork!

Shake up this Sassy Kaala Khatta Cocktail to begin the weekend right.

Food and aphrodisiacs have a deep connection. It is not about the type of food, but about how you use it. Even a good old egg can work wonders.

Hello friends, chai kha lo, with this simple chai mousse sandwiched between Parle G biscuits. Chai time was never this tasty.

Aaj baba ka birthday hai, bole toh aaj Chicken Sanju Baba bananeka aur khaneka, kya?

Sort your Saturday evening chakna out with these tasty af chicken tikka cornettos.

When it comes to the hallowed halls of fine dining, we Indians are our own enemy. We are hell bent on demanding nothing but biryani and butter chicken at a restaurant that serves a 12-course modern Indian tasting menu.

Take this food quiz and find out which Bahubali character will kill you.

Maharashtrian cuisine is endlessly diverse. Puneri cuisine is very different from food from Konkan, Vidarbha, or Kolhapur. Within these cuisines, lie the differences of caste and class. But the problem with Sachin Kundalkar’s Gulabjaam is that it doesn’t acknowledge any of this.

The CBFC's at it again, this time it has gone after Amartya Sen. escalating stupidity up to ten, we've made them a cocktail, to help them find zen.

Khichdi ke hai teen yaar - dahi, papad aur achaar.

Gone are the days of good old steamed idlis and paneer-capsicum pizza. Today restaurants that serve pav bhaji fondue and red velvet dhokla flourish. It doesn’t matter if the food tastes awful. Just like our lives online, it is only important that the food we eat looks great.

My Chinese roommate taught me that giving in to suspicious, alien flavours can prove to be a rewarding experience. And that friendships forged over fire stand the test of time.

As a true-blue South Indian I’m outraged at the thought of having a Masala Dosa Burger. If McDonald’s wanted to ruin something from the South, it should’ve gone for Sreesanth.