masala dosa

My introduction to a masala dosa was in a Brahman restaurant near the Ramanthaswamy Temple in Rameswaram. If I timed it right, a boy in a white sarong wearing a Brahmin string over his shoulder whisked past swinging an urn between tables. Perfumed incense filled the air hovering like mist above the hungry crowd.

A way out

Like many temples, businesses hugged the outskirts of Senso-ji’s temple grounds. In one direction was an arcade where I spotted small containers of sake, but I headed towards the main gate.