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A Cafe in the Heart of Delhi Metro

Most of us who travel by Delhi metro know that our food craving stop-bys are either WH Smith, Mcdonalds and few very badly made momos and potato puffs outlets. Few people know that right under the nose of Delhi Metro Blue line, sits a cafe so quiet and warm that I could very well call it The Café of Winter Afternoons, but it has a better name – Drool Fresh Bake House & Café. Drools smells heavily of cakes, cheese and garlic…so much so that I could literally feed myself on just the aroma.

Our first visit was late in the night so we couldn’t place a main course order as the chefs were perhaps winding up the kitchen. We ordered one Veg. Arrabiata Pasta and Drools Pepper Corn Cheese Rolls. My taste-buds danced a happy dance as the pasta settled in my mouth. It was a freshly baked one, and the aromas were enticing to the senses. The corn cheese roll, very aptly charges for Rs. 200, was as inviting to the eye as to the mouth. I’m sure they have much more to the menu that needs to be discovered. So if you are in or near Dwarka, you may just want to stop at Sector 13 Metro Station, and enter the aroma of breads, cheese and cake. They have both an indoor & outdoor setting, so if you are a hukka and hard drink person, you may sit outdoors and see the busy life pass by you in vehicles and buses. Or better yet, grab a corner seat indoors and watch people from all walks of life board and deboard from the heart of city - Delhi Metro. You would be amazed to see so many human stories around.

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