We had momos, we three and more. Gathered around the table we savoured the flavours as they melted in our mouths and we wanted more…
Back then, it was yak momos dipped in a curry sauce, the winding streets and lanes around Jokhang, prayer drums, monks and pilgrims and the best food in town was to be found in a welcoming Nepalese restaurant.
Friday on the straight streets of Berlin, in a Tibetan-Nepalese restaurant we discovered that there was something better than yak momos – spinach and cheese momos and lamb momos. It was the perfect way to begin the regathering of us Tibetan souls.
Kirribilli 