Keep Calm and Chafa On
Food Review #1 Thin strands of hair punctuate my sentences as I talk of my friends to my mother while our knees touch inside the rickshaw. Momentarily, we are speechless as the sweet, pure scent of chafa, clutched by a street vendor, interrupts the perpetual odour of sewage. It is only destiny, then, that the café we were headed to would also be called Chafa Café and Studio. Hunger swirled manically inside of me, drawing into its current all sense of judgement and leaving an "I can order literally anything right now and still like it enough to devour it" feeling as residue. My willful hunger gnawed at my insides as I flipped through the impossibly vast menu. Initial decisions of ordering chic salads and soup dissolved entirely as rationality took over. We landed on Mixed Vegetarian Risotto with Sun-dried Tomato and Vegetarian Vietnamese Rolls, accompanied by orange and watermelon cold-presses. The raw carrot, tofu, and another unrecognisable leafy vegetable did disappointing...