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Or 'mother's lentils', a famously rich and creamy Indian creation also known as dhaabe ki dal. A dhaaba is a roadside diner, often no more than a shed with a hot clay oven and a few charpais for the truckers passing by. The only selling point is the food, and it is not uncommon to see Hondas and...