Banh mi to me is a French loaf stuffed with things I can't enjoy — the pate tasted like spiced mud, and the cilantro ruined it like sudden rain on drying laundry. It's a sandwich from Vietnam, born from French days there, mixing their bread with local fillings. My own masala experiments taught me fusion can sing, but that one didn't sit right on my tongue. Maybe some tastes are like our old Maruti — they only make sense on the roads you know, hai na?
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