The Tea stalls (Chayer Dokan) are such a common sight in Bangladesh and in Dhaka in particular. This is the place the day laborer, the rickshaw puller, the student, or the garments workers come together.
A small place surrounded (maybe) by a few chair, furnished with kettle, bread, banana, filter water bottle. I see them all the time when I move around the city.
Bangladeshis took to drinking tea from the Brits during their colonial times. Even though is not the same quality as the one grown in Sri Lanka, tea is one of the most exportable items in Bangladesh.
Bangladeshis took to drinking tea from the Brits during their colonial times. Even though is not the same quality as the one grown in Sri Lanka, tea is one of the most exportable items in Bangladesh.
Once it was drunk in the restaurants. But now it is sold in footpath of city area. Why? Because it is cheaper. But how secure or healthy a tea stall on the footpath can be? A tea cup is used many times without proper cleaning. I doubt the quality of filter water too. I can't even look at the baked products sold there.
On a funny note, when we moved to Dhaka, there was an old lady with a tea stall right next to our temporary house. Business was brisk, the customers did not seem to mind everything was cooked right on top of the sewage drain. We would pass by at least once a day and every single time I would notice Cristina fighting a gagging reflex, trying not to throw up. Two weeks later, on her first day on the job, a local employee brought some food from the street for lunch and Cristina was quickly offered some sort of a fried meatball. She bit the bullet and decided to be polite and eat it. Five minutes later, same guy comes back with tea. Flashbacks of the old lady cooking on top of the sewage and courtesy was thrown in the wind :
"Thank you, but I just had my coffee"
I still laugh thinking about the episode :)
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