I know what you’re thinking. You’ve heard the stories. You’ve been warned by well-meaning relatives, colleagues, and that one friend who went to Goa in 2014 and still speaks of it in hushed, traumatised tones.
So let’s address the elephant in the room — or rather, the rumble in the stomach: yes, Delhi Belly is real. It lurks out there like a pickpocket in a crowd, waiting for the careless and the cavalier.
But it is also largely avoidable, provided you know where to eat, what to drink, and when to exercise the kind of restraint your mother always hoped you’d develop.
Delhi’s food scene is enormous, magnificent, and occasionally treacherous — rather like the city itself. Let’s navigate it.
