I have a tendency to gravitate towards street food wherever I travel. I guess it all started when I was 13 and got off at a wrong train station in Chiba, Japan. I was lost and asked a street vendor for directions…he stopped what he was doing and offered me a takoyaki (octopus dumpling)…probably because I looked like I was about to cry. So, years later, while traveling to Kathmandu, Valley, I came upon these two vendors cooking these luscious fried treats.

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