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“Do you serve momos?” I asked the aging man in Monkz Café, the only stall that was open at about 11 this morning when I visited The Old Monk Food Street in my hometown of Thodupuzha. According to the omniscient Google, this is probably the only place in this town where momos are available. “What?” the man who managed everything – brewing tea/coffee, serving snacks, and collecting the cash – nearly scowled. I repeated the word ‘momo’...
