šŸŒ¶ļøšŸ„œ Bhakadwadi in Pune. Pepper Cashews in Thoothukudi. šŸ—ŗļø Why Taste Has a Home.

šŸŒ¶ļøšŸ„œ Bhakadwadi in Pune. Pepper Cashews in Thoothukudi. šŸ—ŗļø Why Taste Has a Home.

Every place has a flavour.
Not just a recipe — a feeling.

You can smell it in the smoky street-side thelas of Kolhapur. Hear it in the crackle of frying seeval down South. Taste it in the crunch of a perfectly crisp bakarwadi on your grandmother’s tray.

At Patang, we believe that food is more than something to eat. It’s a memory, a moment, a map. And in India, it’s the most powerful way we remember who we are.

So when we decided to bring snacks to life, we didn’t start in a lab. We started with a train ticket. To Pune, Thoothukudi, Kolhapur, Indore, Coimbatore, Jodhpur.

Because Bhakadwadi doesn’t just taste better in Pune. ItĀ belongs there.
And Pepper Cashews carry the spice of the Tamil coast — not just on the tongue, but in their spirit.

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šŸ˜ Where the snack belongs, the story begins.

In Thoothukudi, the cashew is not just a nut. It’s pride. Pepper is ground fresh, not pre-packed. The spice hits your nose before it hits your tongue. And when it does, it tells a story — of sea breeze, salt on the skin, and sun-browned kitchens where recipes haven’t changed in decades.

Bakarwadi in Pune. Bhadang in Kolhapur. Tapioca Chips in Bangalore. Ribbon Seeval in Sattur/Madurai. Each of these isn’t a flavour — it’s a fingerprint. Of the land. Of the people. Of time itself.


🪁 We fly where the flavour calls.

Most snack brands pick a factory.
We picked the source.

It’s slower.
It’s harder.
And honestly, it’s a little mad.

But here’s the thing: when you’ve stood in a kitchen where Bhadang Bhel is tossed with mustard seeds and jaggery by a wrinkled hand that’s done it for forty years — you don’t want to replicate it.
You want to honour it.

That’s why we work with small-scale kitchens, regional makers, and age-old methods. We say no to palm oil. No to artificial colour. And yes to the stuff your nani would approve of — roasted in ghee, spiced with care, sealed fresh without shortcuts.

Because if it’s not honest, it’s not heritage. And if it’s not heritage, it’s not Patang.


šŸŒ This isn’t fusion. This is homecoming.

In a world chasing trends, we’re flying the other way.
Back home.

Back to real food, made by real people, in the real places they come from. Because regional isn’t niche — it’s national.

Our snacks aren’t just clean. They’re rooted. And every box we send isn’t a product.
It’s a postcard from India’s heartland.

So when you open your pack of Mini Bakarwadi, or dig into that crunch of Ribbon Seeval, remember —
This isn’t just food.
This is where you come from.

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