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NepalđŸ‡łđŸ‡” We hit this momo shop TWICE in 3 days!

Wandering around Kathmandu’s Durbar Square, I’d been wary of tourist traps
 until we turned into that steam-filled alley behind the square. This momo shop is like a magnet hidden in the hustle—hooked us into two visits in three days, and on our last day, we even detoured with our suitcases 🧳 5 minutes before heading to the airport, clutching a hot basket as we ran. After all, a spot packed with locals (and zero tourists) doesn’t lie about flavor. 📍 The “local code” in Durbar Square’s back alley: Follow the schoolkids The address is tucked in the alley near Durbar Square’s back entrance (check Figure 3 below for details!). After exploring the square’s temples, follow the crowd—schoolkids in uniforms đŸ‘©đŸŽ’, housewives with bamboo baskets đŸ§ș—and you’ll catch the warm scent of “dumplings mixed with turmeric” wafting down the lane. That’s your spot. The shop’s tiny, like a neighbor’s kitchen: four or five polished wooden tables, a handwritten Nepali menu peeling at the edges on the wall. The stove sits right by the door, steam hissing upward ☁, carrying the doughy aroma of momos through the alley. First visit coincided with school let-out—kids in blue uniforms crowded the door, waving coins and yelling “Chicken!” Housewives chatted with the auntie behind the counter like old friends. No one was taking photos; everyone was just shoveling food. That “not viral but beloved” vibe? Instantly reassuring. đŸ„Ÿ Chicken momo: The juice explosion? Pure magic Hands down the best momo I had in Nepal. Fresh from the steamer, plump white dumplings packed the basket, skins so thin they were almost translucent—you could see the pink chicken filling wobble inside. Blow on one, take a bite—and sizzle: juice bursts in your mouth 💩. The chicken’s minced fine, mixed with chopped cilantro and local cumin, so fresh it’s practically sweet, no gaminess. The skin’s soft but chewy, with a hint of wheat. Dip it in their secret chili sauce (mildly spicy, tangy, made with roasted tomatoes and local chilies, I think), and the sour-spicy-savory hit is addictive đŸ€€. Six per basket? Barely enough—we ordered a second before finishing the first. đŸ„› Must-order yogurt: Tangy enough to make you squint (and perfect for cutting richness) Thought momos were peak, then the auntie set down this bowl of yogurt: thick, snowy white in a earthenware dish, with a thin layer of cream on top. She smiled and asked, “Honey?” A scoop of local wildflower honey swirled in, and sweet-tartness tangled like a firework 🎇 in my mouth. It’s bold tangy—not the cloying kind from supermarkets, but a bright, fermented sharpness balanced by honey 😝. Pair it with momos? Chef’s kiss. The sauce’s spice, momo’s savoriness, yogurt’s tang—three layers that kept us full but never heavy. Watched an old man at the next table, spooning yogurt between momo bites, grinning like he was tasting treasure 💰. đŸœïž Order anything—you can’t go wrong (locals know best) Tried beef momos đŸ„© and veggie (potato + pea) đŸ„” too—both amazing. Beef’s richer, meaty and hearty, great for bold flavor lovers. Veggie’s creamy with potato, crisp with peas, light but satisfying—like a “Nepali dumpling with sorbet” combo when paired with yogurt. Even the fries hide genius: thick wedges, crispy outside, fluffy inside like mashed potatoes, dusted with salt and curry powder đŸŒ¶ïž. Kids love the “momo + fries + yogurt” set—under 10 RMB and filling, no wonder the place floods with blue uniforms after school. On our last day in Kathmandu, dragging suitcases past the alley, we saw the auntie lifting a steamer lid—steam and scent billowing out. Couldn’t resist. She noticed our luggage, grinned, and plopped extra honey on top: “For the road—sweet journey!” Biting into a warm momo on the way to the airport, juice dribbling down my chin, I got why I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Great food’s never just about taste—it’s the unforced warmth 💕, hidden in the everyday bustle. If you’re at Durbar Square—go. This flavor? You’ll kick yourself for missing it 🌟. 📍 Location: Alley near Durbar Square’s back entrance (check Figure 3, follow the local crowd!) # momo #Nepal #NepaliFood #NepalTravel #NepalTrekking #KathmanduFood #momo

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NepalđŸ‡łđŸ‡” We hit this momo shop TWICE in 3 days!

Wandering around Kathmandu’s Durbar Square, I’d been wary of tourist traps
 until we turned into that steam-filled alley behind the square. This momo shop is like a magnet hidden in the hustle—hooked us into two visits in three days, and on our last day, we even detoured with our suitcases 🧳 5 minutes before heading to the airport, clutching a hot basket as we ran. After all, a spot packed with locals (and zero tourists) doesn’t lie about flavor. 📍 The “local code” in Durbar Square’s back alley: Follow the schoolkids The address is tucked in the alley near Durbar Square’s back entrance (check Figure 3 below for details!). After exploring the square’s temples, follow the crowd—schoolkids in uniforms đŸ‘©đŸŽ’, housewives with bamboo baskets đŸ§ș—and you’ll catch the warm scent of “dumplings mixed with turmeric” wafting down the lane. That’s your spot. The shop’s tiny, like a neighbor’s kitchen: four or five polished wooden tables, a handwritten Nepali menu peeling at the edges on the wall. The stove sits right by the door, steam hissing upward ☁, carrying the doughy aroma of momos through the alley. First visit coincided with school let-out—kids in blue uniforms crowded the door, waving coins and yelling “Chicken!” Housewives chatted with the auntie behind the counter like old friends. No one was taking photos; everyone was just shoveling food. That “not viral but beloved” vibe? Instantly reassuring. đŸ„Ÿ Chicken momo: The juice explosion? Pure magic Hands down the best momo I had in Nepal. Fresh from the steamer, plump white dumplings packed the basket, skins so thin they were almost translucent—you could see the pink chicken filling wobble inside. Blow on one, take a bite—and sizzle: juice bursts in your mouth 💩. The chicken’s minced fine, mixed with chopped cilantro and local cumin, so fresh it’s practically sweet, no gaminess. The skin’s soft but chewy, with a hint of wheat. Dip it in their secret chili sauce (mildly spicy, tangy, made with roasted tomatoes and local chilies, I think), and the sour-spicy-savory hit is addictive đŸ€€. Six per basket? Barely enough—we ordered a second before finishing the first. đŸ„› Must-order yogurt: Tangy enough to make you squint (and perfect for cutting richness) Thought momos were peak, then the auntie set down this bowl of yogurt: thick, snowy white in a earthenware dish, with a thin layer of cream on top. She smiled and asked, “Honey?” A scoop of local wildflower honey swirled in, and sweet-tartness tangled like a firework 🎇 in my mouth. It’s bold tangy—not the cloying kind from supermarkets, but a bright, fermented sharpness balanced by honey 😝. Pair it with momos? Chef’s kiss. The sauce’s spice, momo’s savoriness, yogurt’s tang—three layers that kept us full but never heavy. Watched an old man at the next table, spooning yogurt between momo bites, grinning like he was tasting treasure 💰. đŸœïž Order anything—you can’t go wrong (locals know best) Tried beef momos đŸ„© and veggie (potato + pea) đŸ„” too—both amazing. Beef’s richer, meaty and hearty, great for bold flavor lovers. Veggie’s creamy with potato, crisp with peas, light but satisfying—like a “Nepali dumpling with sorbet” combo when paired with yogurt. Even the fries hide genius: thick wedges, crispy outside, fluffy inside like mashed potatoes, dusted with salt and curry powder đŸŒ¶ïž. Kids love the “momo + fries + yogurt” set—under 10 RMB and filling, no wonder the place floods with blue uniforms after school. On our last day in Kathmandu, dragging suitcases past the alley, we saw the auntie lifting a steamer lid—steam and scent billowing out. Couldn’t resist. She noticed our luggage, grinned, and plopped extra honey on top: “For the road—sweet journey!” Biting into a warm momo on the way to the airport, juice dribbling down my chin, I got why I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Great food’s never just about taste—it’s the unforced warmth 💕, hidden in the everyday bustle. If you’re at Durbar Square—go. This flavor? You’ll kick yourself for missing it 🌟. 📍 Location: Alley near Durbar Square’s back entrance (check Figure 3, follow the local crowd!) # momo #Nepal #NepaliFood #NepalTravel #NepalTrekking #KathmanduFood #momo

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