Burji is an Indian Railway Station institution. Throughout the country, stands with sizzling cast iron griddles serve up plate after plate of this stuff with soft, butter-seared pillows of pav bread late into the night. You shovel it off steel plates, sopping up every last bit with the spongy bread, and perhaps contemplating another serving (or even eyeing the tray of sheep's brains which the stall also prepares in a similar way.).
It's hard to say which came first; the silky, creamy Continental version of scrambled eggs, or this spicy Indian one (anda bhurji). It's fair to say that both could have cropped up independently, and I'm certain that scrambled eggs were invented before the omelet (everyone tries to pass off a failed omelet as scrambled eggs when they're learning).
I like both versions; they each have their purpose. The Indian, for instance, wouldn't be the best match with buttered white toast and ketchup, and the Continental would not take to chapattis very well. They're both easy and quick to make (though this one requires a few more ingredients), and are equally scrumptious.
