An office break. Sprawling sustenance. Kind invitations of “Didi, bhaat khaabe?” from silver-haired vendors. Wafting aromas and the clatter of cooking and serving. When you are in the thick of Dacres Lane, you couldn’t be anywhere else.

“Jaise Mumbai ka Chowpatty, Dilli ka Sarojini, waise hi Kolkata ka Dacres Lane bahut famous hai,” says a bubbly Camelia Chatterjee, soft-skills trainer and a regular here.