jeri swari Kathmandu

You will smell Kathmandu’s street food before you see it. The sharp tang of mustard oil heating in a wok. The char of buff skewers over open charcoal. The sweet-flour warmth of sel roti batter hitting a cauldron of ghee at 7am, a cloud of steam rising above the vendor’s cart into cold morning air. Walk through Asan Tole in…