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You take the corner of that crispy, rice-lentil crepe, scoop up the spicy, molten potato masala inside, dunk it into coconut chutney that tastes like a tropical vacation, and then dip it again into sambar (a lentil vegetable stew that has more soul than most people I know).

When this thing arrives, your jaw will drop. It’s longer than your forearm. It’s the color of golden honey. It’s thin enough to read a newspaper through (hence the name). madras cafe bangkok

You’ll hear a symphony of Tamil, Hindi, Thai, and English. Plates are clattering. The guy behind the counter is yelling orders to the kitchen in a rhythm that sounds like a drum beat. And the TV is blasting an Indian soap opera at full volume. You take the corner of that crispy, rice-lentil