In Calcutta, every humble plate hides a revolution.
Aloo Posto was born not in royal kitchens, but in survival — from the discarded poppy seeds left behind by colonial greed. What began as resourcefulness became ritual; a dish that turned scarcity into identity.

Nutty, cooling, and perfectly restrained — it taught Bengal how to find comfort without excess, flavour without fireworks. Even today, no Sunday lunch feels complete without that quiet spoonful of rebellion on your plate.

Because some legends aren’t served loud — they whisper history in every bite.
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