By Nisha Katona
I love the word ‘chop’ in the Indian context. In the West, a chop puts me in mind of a conservative slab of red meat. To Indians, it is the equivalent of a massive, oozing, flavour-grenade croquette. They are typically minced meat and mashed potato concoctions, spiced to the gills and hot as you like. They are breadcrumbed and fried, shameless and utterly breathtaking.