Iconic Bangalore

Where the rava idli was invented, and they still make it as if it matters. Get there before the queue and wear the loose pants.

The benne masala dosa is the whole point: crisp, drowning in butter, zero apology. Go before 9 or you queue in the lane.

The other dosa people fight about. Thinner, lacier, somehow even more butter. Come settle it for yourself.

No menu, no fuss, no seat worth mentioning. Idli, that coconut chutney, one filter coffee, done. That is the whole magic.

A counter in a wall that sells out its idli by mid-morning. Eat it standing on the pavement the way everyone else does.

South Bangalore's worst-kept secret. Cash only, no seats, and a dosa that earns the trek across town.

Not the best food in the city and it could not care less. This is where Bangalore has argued about everything for seventy years. Get the cutlet, stay two hours.

The Andhra meals that ruins every other Andhra meals for you. Ask for the mutton, brace for the spice, keep the rice coming.

Opens at 12:30, sold out by 2. A donne mutton pulao worth planning your whole day around. Go hungry, go early.

When someone in this city says 'let's get biryani', they quietly mean here. Get the boneless and do not overthink it.

The 2am answer to every night out. Loud, bright, fast, and the kebabs land exactly when you need them to.

The one splurge here, and it earns every rupee. Coastal cooking done with real reverence. Book it, dress up a little.

A drive-in from another era with a giant tree in the middle of it. Filter coffee in a steel tumbler, nobody rushing you off.

Death by Chocolate is not a suggestion, it is the order. Every Bangalorean's first heartbreak recovery plan.

The brewery that set the bar for the rest. Get the Weiss, go before 8 or you queue on the stairs. Touristy now, still right.