Categories: Asia, Food Travel

One Day in Agra, Chasing Local Foods

With less than 24 hours in this major North Indian city, what should you do and where should you eat? We hit the ground running to cover some of the famous foods of Agra and places to visit.

We sometimes feel like we’re on a scavenger hunt when we travel for Eat Your World. Sometimes we have just three days in a city to find all the regional foods we’ve researched, come up with good alternatives, entertain new ideas suggested by locals we meet, and identify suitable “burn it off” locations. Despite the inevitable last-day dash around said city to tie up loose ends, we’ve become super efficient at these tasks. But doing it in, say, Boston and doing it in Agra, a bustling Indian city congested with all manner of human and animal traffic, are two very different things.

For our day trip to Agra, which involved one overnight stay, we arrived around 4:45pm after a 4.5-hour car ride from Delhi, tired but hungry and eager to get started on our list of must-try traditional dishes. We’d already encountered a few obstacles—the honking fiend of a driver arranged for us by Scott’s company barely spoke English and didn’t know his way around Agra at all. I’d assumed we’d use tuk-tuks to get around in town, but we were already paying a driver for this trip, and he came with some air-conditioned respite from the 105-degree June heat. But we did need a guide who knew Agra, so we decided to hire one for the evening. As a bonus, he’d take us around the Taj Mahal in the morning. (That is, of course, the number one reason to visit Agra in the first place.)

The guide, Danish, sat up front with our driver, Brijesh, and did a double take at the Google map I’d passed him. “Bhagat Halwai? You want to go to Bhagat Halwai?” he asked, incredulous. Indeed we did; I’d heard that was the best place for chaat around here. “Never in my six years of guiding has anyone asked to go there,” he told us. He turned to the task of directing Brijesh through the unruly streets of Agra. After a while we left the main highway for a dense interior lane that Danish introduced as a “short route.” We were promptly stuck behind a line of giant water buffalo.

The area, called Belanganj, was teeming with people on bikes, on foot, in tuk-tuks and bicycle rickshaws, on motorbikes and donkey-pulled wagons. Typical of what we’d seen of India thus far, the street was a free-for-all, traffic-wise: No unspoken “drive on the left” rule was in effect; swerving and plentiful honking were all but encouraged. One of the few dummies taking an automobile down this road, we might as well have had “wide load” plastered on our small sedan. We inched forward, past the rooftop monkeys and wandering goats and open-air food stalls, all the while doubting that any of our potential future readers would actually retrace these steps. (Dear readers: Take a tuk-tuk! With a driver who speaks some English! It will be easier.)

Street scene in Agra, India

Finally, we hit the main M.G. Road and arrived at the chaat shop. We entered the air-conditioned confectioners half of Bhagat Halwai first, where our inquiries for chaat were met with blank faces and smiles. Danish to the rescue. The staff pointed us across the street, to the outdoor “food court.” So much for the cool air.

We scanned the menu and settled on bhalla, as the potato-and-chickpea patties were being freshly fried at that very moment. Rule no. 1 of street-eating in India: Make sure it’s fresh. Rule no. 2: Avoid raw unpeeled vegetables, of which this dish had none. What it did have was grated ginger and a spicy-sweet brown sauce that made us instantly happy and forgetful of the day’s headaches.

We had more to do, so settled on the one chaat (plus, the samosa guy was still forming the samosas, so no luck on that front). Back in the car, the discussion turned to parathas, North India’s beloved fried and usually stuffed breads. Agra has a famous vendor, Rambabu. Of course Danish knew it. But he said the original was back in “dangerous,” crowded Belanganj, and suggested we go to the branch outside town near the Agra-Delhi highway, perhaps on our way home the next day. Nice try, Danish: We wanted the real-deal original. Back into the fray we went.

A man cooks parathas, a famous local food, on the street in Agra, India

Parathas on the street in Agra

Rambabu’s parathas were greasy but delicious, and we assured our weary companions we had just one more quick stop—for Agra’s famed petha and dalmoth, both available from a sweets shop—before they were done for the night. Of course nothing is really “quick” in a city like this, so it was another hour-plus before we’d actually made it to the shop, attempted (unsuccessfully, for once) to haggle on prices, and walked out with two boxes of goods, to be photographed later.

In truth, we were eager to cut them loose so we could go to Taj Ganj—the bustling area around the Taj Mahal, known for its rooftop hotels and restaurants, shops and touts—and get a beer and a quick glimpse of the Taj before the sun went down. We made it there, sans our crew, just before the sky went dark. Finally relaxing with Kingfishers and a sweet view, we decided to walk a bit, which is when we met a local jeweler named Arif. Arif sold me a pretty ring and gave us an enthusiastic recommendation for Mughlai food—the traditional cuisine of Agra, courtesy of the Islamic Mughal empire that ruled North India between the 16th and 19th centuries—the following day, for a restaurant I hadn’t encountered in my research. It sounded perfect.

The next day we had a late start (because the driver overslept), so while we failed to catch the coveted sunrise, we arrived early enough to the stunning Taj Mahal to beat the crowds and enjoy a semi-cool breeze. Danish got to exercise his passion for actual tourist-guiding between the city’s two spectacular Mughal monuments that morning: the Taj Mahal and the Agra Fort, the nonnegotiable must-visits of Agra.

In between, around 9am, we set off on another wild goose chase for a typical Agra breakfast (and street food): bedai and jalebi, a spicy potato-curry-and-fried bread affair followed up by a sugary, sticky-sweet dessert (the latter is pictured below). All for breakfast! It’s the kind of unexpected, delicious pairing—sold on a busy street corner thronged by hungry locals—that makes me love this country.

Plate of jalebi in Agra, and part of a famous local breakfast eaten on the street

The jalebi that follows the bedai, in Agra

Everyone satiated, we piled back into the car and headed over to Agra Fort for a few more hours of sightseeing. We asked Danish if he enjoyed the “tour” he’d been giving us, and he said yes. “I don’t think I’ll ever guide anybody again like you two,” he told us. Probably safe to assume.

When the heat became unbearable we left, bidding farewell to Danish only after he gave Brijesh explicit directions on where to drive next: Sadar Bazaar, home to several Mughlai restaurants, including the one Arif had suggested. We had one meal to go, a proper North Indian curry-and-bread kind of lunch. We were back in the car to Delhi by 12:45pm, our bellies full and our eyes wide at all we’d seen and done in Agra—and we were stuck in traffic.

Updated: March 5, 2024

Published On: June 24, 2011

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