The Wazwan.
Thirty-six courses, one copper trami — the feast Kashmir is named for.
Begin the feastWaza is here.
A concierge that has eaten everywhere and slept nowhere — ask it anything about Kashmir.
Four rooms hold a century of taste.
Not a list — a seating. Scroll, and be walked from table to table.
Ahdoos
Where Srinagar has eaten since 1918.
A century-old dining room on Residency Road that taught generations what a proper Rogan Josh should taste like. Unhurried, unchanged, unmistakable.
Enter the dining room
Mughal Darbar
The wedding feast, every single day.
Wazas work the copper degs from dawn — the same courses served at Kashmiri weddings, plated for a table of two. Gushtaba here ends arguments.
Enter the dining room
Clove
The art of dining, facing the Zabarwan.
Modern Kashmiri fine dining — heritage recipes composed like paintings, served in a room of walnut wood and candlelight beneath the mountains.
Enter the dining room
Shamyana
Dinner beside the still water.
A boulevard institution where houseboat lights flicker across your table. Come at dusk, order Yakhni, and let the lake do the talking.
Enter the dining roomEvery table, by destination.
Four strangers. One plate.
- I
Wash first.
The tash-naer comes to you before the food — warm water poured over your hands. Nothing touches the rice before the water touches you.
- II
Eat from your quarter.
The trami feeds four. Your wedge is yours alone; the far side belongs to a stranger — and to their trust in you.
- III
The eldest breaks first.
No hand reaches before the senior one. Rank at the trami is measured in years, never in wealth.
- IV
Never refuse the gushtaba.
The last course is the host's honour, pounded smooth by hand for hours. Declining it ends more than the meal.
The road climbs before the view does.
Every pass and valley crossing in Kashmir, mapped by distance, altitude and the stops worth slowing down for. Drive one now — without leaving your seat.
Srinagar to Doodhpathri
One road, one steady climb into the meadow.
43.5 km · 1.5 hrs
Scroll, and let time pass.
The same valley, four different masterpieces. Watch it turn.
The valley wakes in tulips.
Mustard fields run gold to the mountains; mornings smell of blossom and wet earth.
Meadows climb to the snowline.
Rivers loud with meltwater, shepherds moving higher, days that refuse to end.
The chinars catch fire.
Orchards heavy with apples; every avenue burns amber, copper and rust.
Snow rewrites the valley.
Frozen lakes, pine forests hushed white, kangri embers glowing indoors.
One Valley.
Four Masterpieces.
No matter when you arrive, Kashmir has another story waiting.
Explore Kashmir
You've seen Kashmir.
Now let Kashmir answer back.
Honeymoons, one-day loops, hidden valleys, the best Wazwan near Dal Lake — Waza is the intelligence behind everything you just scrolled through.