Flavours of Nepal: How I Ate My Way to Happiness with HappyOuting

A journey through Nepal, one delicious bite at a time.

The Real Reason I Travel: Food

Let’s be honest. I didn’t go to Nepal for the mountains.
I mean, yeah, the Himalayas are stunning and all, but my heart? My heart was hungry — for something spicy, steamy, soulful. And thanks to HappyOuting, what I got was a culinary adventure I never knew I needed.

Kathmandu: Where the Momo Madness Began

Day 1: Within an hour of landing, I found myself biting into a hot, juicy plate of buffalo momos in a Thamel alleyway.
My guide from HappyOuting just smiled and said, “Welcome to Nepal. We start with flavor.”

From then on, it was a full-blown momo marathon:

Fried momos with creamy chutney
Jhol momos drowning in tangy soup
Even open momos stuffed with cheese and herbs

I wasn’t just full. I was obsessed.

Day 2: Dal-Bhat Power, 24 Hour

They warned me.
They said “Dal Bhat will become your religion.” I laughed. Then I ate it. And then I understood.

A big plate of rice, thick lentils, crispy saag, spicy pickles, and maybe a fried egg on top — simple, soul-filling perfection.
The kind of meal that hugs you from the inside.

Every village had its own twist. In Bhaktapur, they added gundruk. In Bandipur, the pickle nearly blew my face off (in the best way).
By Day 3, I was that tourist asking for second helpings like a local.

Sweet Surprises in the Streets

HappyOuting’s local guide took me on a hidden food walk in Patan, and this was a game-changer.

I tried:

Sel Roti (crispy rice doughnuts that taste like festive mornings)
Yomari (steamed sweet dumplings filled with jaggery & sesame)
Juju Dhau (the legendary “King of Curds” — so thick you need a spoon and a second stomach)

It wasn’t just food. It was culture in edible form.

Day 5: Cooking With Locals – The Dal That Made Me Cry

In a small village near Pokhara, HappyOuting arranged a home cooking experience.
I chopped onions with a grandmother who didn’t speak English but taught me everything through her smile and spices.

We made dal.
Not from a packet. Not from a recipe.
Just from memory, hands, and heart.

I ate that dal sitting on a woven mat, with roti still puffed from the fire.
And somewhere between the first bite and the last, I felt something warm in my chest — and no, it wasn’t just the chili.
It was joy. Pure, home-cooked, unfiltered joy.

Drinks, Snacks & Laughs in Lakeside Pokhara

Evenings in Pokhara were for:

Tongba (hot fermented millet beer served in a bamboo mug)
Sukuti (smoked meat snack that goes perfectly with local drinks)
Aloo sandheko (spicy potato salad that’s anything but boring)

We sat by the lake, munching, sipping, and laughing with fellow travelers and locals.
It wasn’t a fancy restaurant — it was a roadside bench, and honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for a Michelin star.

Food Was My Guide to Culture

I didn’t need museums or lectures to learn about Nepal.
I learned through taste — through:

The bold mustard oil in Newari dishes
The gentle healing broth of thukpa in the mountains
The care with which a street vendor sliced raw mango for achar

Food isn’t just part of travel — in Nepal, it is the experience.

Final Bite: What I Took Back

I came back heavier — no shame there. But I also came back:

Happier
More connected
And with a deep appreciation for the beauty of slow, homegrown meals

So if you’re planning to travel to Nepal and you love food (or just love feeling full — emotionally and physically), book with HappyOuting.

They don’t just show you Nepal.
They feed you its soul.

Check out foodie-friendly Nepal itineraries at www.HappyOutings.com

Because sometimes, the best way to understand a country… is to eat it.

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