As soon as you set foot, you reach the neighborhood. After crossing the neighborhood, the road stops for a moment at the school, the tiffin bell rings! The road is now fast and winding. The train whistles, but that too is a road. Sometimes the road meets the ghat, the beginning of the waterway. The road runs from west to east, from south to north. The road climbs the mountains. The restless Bengalis love to go down the road. As they walk, they search for their favorite food. Its form changes from region to region. The diverse stories of Bengali food and drink at the roadside ghats emerge.