From the old Peths to the Camp, the Pune that runs on misal, SPDP, Irani chai and mastani. The student-city classics locals never outgrow. Where a Puneri actually sends you.
The FC Road rite of passage. SPDP and a crisp masala dosa, since forever. Weekend queues are part of the deal.
Vaishali's across-the-road rival, just as loved. The SPDP and thick cold coffee are the student order. Pick a side.
A Peth breakfast counter locals guard: sabudana khichdi and thalipeeth done properly. Early mornings, real Pune.
The misal Pune measures the rest against, since 1948. Fiery tarri, thick usal, ask for extra kat. Not for the timid.
The mastani, a milkshake so thick you eat it with a spoon. Mango or sitaphal. Defines a Pune summer. Get the big one.
The bakarwadi every Pune household stocks. Sweet, spicy, crunchy. The benchmark, and they know it.
Pune's last great Irani cafe, since 1935. Bun maska in Irani chai, the cheese omelette, decades of college gossip.
A tiny Parsi cafe with a cult cheese omelette and bun maska. Cash only, cramped, worth the wait every time.
The Shrewsbury biscuits people carry out of Pune by the kilo. Get there early, buy more than you planned to.
The unlimited Maharashtrian thali for the full spread: bhakri, pithla, the works. Homely, generous, no fuss.
Old-school pure-veg thali in the Peths, unlimited and honest. The meal Pune families have had for decades.
A Camp-era tea room frozen in time. The layered sandwiches and mawa cake are the order. Quiet, old, lovely.
The KP hangout that outlived its own legend. Coffee, cakes, long lazy mornings. Touristy, still a Pune fixture.