Momos

We think we've mentioned momos a few times (only every post from
Darjeeling). Last night, we found the tastiest, most savory momos
around. We walked into a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, which looked
more like someone's house with a dining area connected to a kitchen.
We sat down in plastic chairs at the plastic table, covered in white
and red plastic tablecloth. And sat unnoticed. For about 10 minutes.
It wasn't busy. There were 3 Nepalese men sharing a small bottle of
whisky at the table next to us. It was them who alerted the owner of
our presence.

There were no momos, but the woman/cook offered to cook them up for
us, though it would take a while. We said yes but quickly wished we
hadn't. During the waiting time, a rat scurried in from outside and
made some hasty runs through the kitchen. Then a furry black dog
poked his snout through the door crack, opened the door, and walked
about the small room. We tried to remain distracted by our books. We
have been in these types of situations too many times in this trip.
There are 3 possible results (all extreme):

1. We eat (the food is ok) and wake up very sick.
2. The food tastes horrible.
3. The food tastes delicious.

We relished the momos (number 3) so much that we split seconds. The
dinner was tasty and cheap. We had a conversation with the Nepalese
men. Not really a conversation but there was some communication.