Have you tried everything in New Delhi?

Parathas to Karim's kebabs to Ghantewala sweets, one stomach, three stops, no breaks.

Skip the tourist version, ask a Dilliwala where they actually eat it, quality swings wildly.

Bread deep-fried in chickpea batter with green chutney, oily monsoon comfort food.

Families spread homemade parathas on the grass and fly kites till the ice cream vendors mob you.

Get pulled into a living room for tea and snacks, a networking ritual disguised as hospitality.

Mughal tombs doubling as a neighborhood park, joggers and peacocks share the paths.

Watch a local jury-rig a broken auto-rickshaw or fan with wire and willpower, working beats proper.

A stranger will ask your income, marital status, and weight within five minutes, that's just Delhi.

"Shukriya" (shook-REE-yah) works everywhere, add "ji" after any word to sound extra polite.

Sarojini Nagar sells branded rejects for ₹200, bargain hard or overpay like a tourist.

Medieval water tank turned hipster hangout, deer park next door, locals ignore the ruins entirely.

"AQI 500? Must be a good day" — dark humor is how Delhi copes with the smog, join in.