Pav & Pao

Samosa Pav

The whole dish is one gesture: a hot samosa set into a split pav and pressed until the shell cracks. A deliberate clash of two breads, flaky fried shell inside a pillowy yeast roll.

Misal Pav

A bowl of misal with red oil at the rim, a dry drift of farsan on top, the pav set beside it. Heat with depth, late crunch, sharp acid, each kept apart until the hand brings them together.

Keema Pav

Watch how it's eaten and you understand it: a torn corner of buttered pav dragged through dark spiced lamb mince. Mumbai's plainest Irani-café plate, and the joining is yours to do.

Bun Maska

The cheapest line on an Irani-café menu and one of Mumbai's most loved: a soft bun split and spread with a real, visible layer of butter. Nothing to hide behind, so each part has to be right.