Let’s start with a humble confession:
This is my very first blog. Yes, there are many things lacking — like polished writing, perfect grammar, and a filter. But guess what? Honesty doesn’t need polish. I promise I’ll improve and someday become the Sherlock Holmes of Qatar food joints — minus the magnifying glass, plus indigestion tablets.

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Family, Football & The Dosa Dilemma

It’s vacation time in Qatar, and the house has been blessed (read: invaded) by my niece. He had football practice, which meant I had the prestigious job of dropping him off and waiting—watching him run around in the scorching Qatar heat while I slowly melted on the sidelines like forgotten ice cream. So, I played the ever-supportive uncle role: drop him off and wait an hour doing absolutely nothing productive.

Practice ended, stomachs growled, and the most feared question in Qatar surfaced:

“What do you want to eat?”
This one question alone could cause a civil war in most families.

Poll #1:

The answer came out of nowhere — “Masala Dosa.” Simple. Safe. Or so I thought…

But why go for the familiar when you can risk your digestive system? We decided to try a new spot — a place we always passed but never dared enter.

Enter: Idli Station, Al Aziziya.

A place that sounded like a vegetarian paradise. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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The Epic Pilgrimage Begins

We picked up my parents from Al Gharrafa. My dad, in his usual judgmental glory, asked my wife,

“He doesn’t have work tomorrow, or what?”

The silence in the car could be cut with a dosa.

Poll #2:

Anyway, we reached. The restaurant looked decent from outside. Pretty even.

Then we stepped in.

It smelled… unique. Like mop water mixed with crushed dreams.

No crowd. But let’s be positive — maybe it’s a hidden gem or we just came during “Dead Hour”.

The table? Slightly crooked. Sticky. Covered with plastic like it was about to undergo surgery. Cleaned with effort — but still screamed “Don’t touch me!”

Poll #3:

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The Restroom Chronicles

My mom rushed in… and immediately rushed out.

It was that bad. Tissue-paper land. Dirty sinks. Floors that could be studied by epidemiologists.

Poll #4:

Still, we stayed. Because sometimes hope is stronger than common sense.

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Let the Feast Begin (And Immediately Disappoint)

We ordered:

• 4 Masala Dosa
• 2 Ghee Roast
• 1 Chicken 65 (Wife’s weakness)

Orders came in batches like surprise gifts. First a dosa, then a ghee roast, then more dosa… and finally, just as we were full from disappointment — Chicken 65.

Poll #5:

The masala dosa?
Soggy. Saltless. Masala-less. Basically dosa-shaped sadness.

Ghee roast?
Not crispy. Barely ghee-ed. Slightly okay on the second attempt. Like someone made it after watching a YouTube tutorial on mute.

Chutneys:

• White = expired toothpaste
• Red = tomato’s long-lost cousin
• Green = greenish-brown identity crisis

Only the sambar made it out alive. It was just… okay.

My niece — the dosa lover — left half and said,

“I don’t want it.”
A moment of silence for his crushed hopes.

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Chicken 65 & The Bubble Tea That Wasn’t

Chicken 65?
Crispy outside, dead inside. Like my will to blog about this again. No flavor, just red color and lies.

Then came my ritual ending — Samavar Tea.

I was served what looked like dishwater with foam on top.
Bubbles like a bath bomb.
Taste like a betrayal.

Poll #6:

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Final Thoughts (aka Roasting with Love)

Total bill? 56 QAR.
Honestly, not expensive. But even 1 riyal feels wasted when the taste is missing.

Idli Station, Al Aziziya — you may have other good dishes (people say your biryani is decent). But as a masala dosa lover… I felt personally victimized.

Poll #7:

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Random Observations Because Why Not

• One guy was glued to his phone, watching reels next to the shawarma grill.
• Another guy stood at the kitchen door like a bouncer.
• A busy guy at the counter — probably doing everything.

Yet surprisingly, the waiter who served us was nice. So no hate there. He tried.

Poll #8

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Let Me Hear From You!

Did you have a different experience at Idli Station? Was I just unlucky?

Poll #9:

Poll #10:

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In Conclusion:

This wasn’t a review. It was a trauma dump with spice.
If you’re in Qatar and planning to eat dosa — Idli Station may not be your station. Unless you’re into adventures that involve sticky tables, soggy dosas, and existential tea.

Until next time, stay hungry. Stay sarcastic.
And remember:
If the chutney is brown, it’s a frown.

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Comment below with your own “memorable” Idli Station adventures — maybe you found a chutney that fought back or a dosa that cried when touched.

I’m all ears (and trauma).

They promised flavor. I got soggy disappointment wrapped in a dosa — and a story worth sharing.

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