Best of Boston

You don’t go to Punjabi Dhaba for the atmosphere, though there’s a divey charm to the metal cafeteria trays and Styrofoam water cups. But that kitchen sure knows its poori from its paratha, so to speak. There’s legit smoke flavor coming off the tandoor-grilled meats, and those aforementioned flatbreads—puffy like a fried balloon, and buttery like a croissant, but with the tug of naan, respectively—really are the greatest thing since…