My father cooks Bengali food constantly, which you can find evidence of on my clothes that are stained both visually and aromatically. It's delicious, but it admittedly often feels repetitive and heavy. That's why, as a half-Bangladeshi woman who was raised on both home-cooked food and takeout from Jackson Heights, I was intrigued by the recent buzz around a handful of new Indian restaurants among non-Desi crowds.
