Exactly two years ago, I stayed in Paharganj and wrote this review and here I am today, in the same café and in the company of Mr. Sharma who runs it.
Paharganj is the union of several crisscrossing streets lined with cheap bed-and-breakfast joints and shops selling knickknacks and exorbitantly priced merchandise for the benefit of foreigners who frequent this area for its proximity to the railway station and its tolerance of the many vices that besiege mankind. And right at the center of this confluence, running east-west is the main bazaar at the far end of which sits this café.