Mumbai has its cutting chai, Kolkata swears by its chai addas, Hyderabad flaunts its Irani chai with poetic pride, and Guwahati pours out Assam’s finest like liquid gold. The chai kiosks in Varanasi, Jaipur and Ahmedabad are practically pilgrimage spots. But amidst all these much-hyped spots, quietly, without fuss, Chandigarh brews its own chai revolution — one inconspicuous “glassy” at a time.
No hashtags, no influencers, no artisanal tea leaves flown in from distant Himalayan slopes. Just good old chai thelas tucked away into nukkads in markets, behind banks, and beside bus stops. These humble stalls serve piping hot cups to shopkeepers, bankers, businesspeople, and the occasional existential wanderer escaping life’s PowerPoint presentations. The service? Sterling. The vibe? Unapolo