In Mumbai's highly globalised cuisine, and the age of manchurian khakra and noodle masala dosa, you sometimes have to really hunt for high-quality, regional Indian cuisine that stays true to its roots. The high point of visiting Vile Parle, for me, is a hot snack and goodie raid at Panshikar. Now, this is a chintu-mintu establishment, a shop-cum-restaurant, with barely two to three, no-nonsense steel tables squeezed into the shop space, with four more by the pavement.

I ordered a Puneri misal pav.