You can't have only one valentine — if you love food over people. This we know, because on a Valentine's Day morning, when we dropped by Light of Persia (LoP), a glass of chai and bun maska is gently placed on our table. Its present owner, Safar Ali Karimi sits in front of us. What he says next isn't something we've heard before in this city where time is at a premium. "Before you say something, finish eating," he says. And we can't choose what to dig into first.

We hold Light of Persia close to our heart, not because the food is mouth-watering or its interiors are Instagrammable, but because it is a restaurant that truly serves it's purpose — satisfying hunger pangs. And to do that in a neighbourhood that we dare say is elitist, and do it for 90 years, is out of the ordinary.