Hector may have retired but still finds some Trips determined by School Holidays. It is the October Week, Marg is in tow, Steve has gone to extraordinary lengths to catch us up. We find ourselves in the west of Poland, Bydgoszcz, that’s easy for you to spell. At the time of booking the flights, Sources stated that Bygoszcz had one Curry House, more recently none. Hector has discovered two. RuBaRu has to be visited tomorrow.
Warzelnia Piwa (ul Poznanska 8, 85-129 Bydgoszcz, Polaska) is a Micro-Brewery, they just happen to have a fairly broad range of Curry Dishes on offer, Breads too, The Full Monty is available. Having sampled the Bier last night it was not so impressive, Hector had to return at Opening Time, 14.00, to evaluate The Curry.
At moments like this Marg tends to Samosa (11Zl for three), when available, however, this would be supplemented by a Greek Salad. Warzelnia Piwa caters for Many Tastes.
Mutton Achari (36Zl) was the standout in the list of Lamb Curry Dishes. A Vegetarian (!) Paratha (12Zl) would be a suitable Accompaniment and test of the Fayre. Hector was puzzled, the Fish Curry Dishes came with Basmati, there was no stated equivalence for Lamb. The Waiter made no attempt to offer clarification, indeed, having taken Marg’s order, he had to be halted to take mine.
Steve appeared out of nowhere, astonishing how he would know where to find Hector on his arrival in Bydgoszcz. He had to sample the Pils, separate bill, more on this in Bier-Traveller, when and if…
The Greek Salad was up to scratch, Marg had the idea that Samosa would provide a – Bread – accompaniment. One supposes a Chapatti with a Greek Salad would have brought the house down.
The Samosas were shaped like Eiffel Towers, or Walnut Whips, for those who do not remember the Pink, Coconut Delicacy of Hector’s Childhood. We shared the three, Excellent Samosas, packed with what I deduce was Potato Mash with Peas.
If The Starters impress, we know what often follows…
Mutton Achari
Behold the Plate of Soup with Meat, perhaps there was an inevitability. A Large Portion of Basmati was presented along with a Floppy Paratha which had been quartered. No way could Hector eat all this. The Paratha was – OK – but half was abandoned, the Rice had to mop up the Copious Masala. The Masala was Excessive, Creamy but at least did have a pronounced Pickle Flavour. One has to be pragmatic in such occasions, this is not a Curry House as such, who knows the background to the preparation, was it Lamb-Ding? The Lamb was plentiful but far too chewy. As is reported too often, the Masala and the Mutton were – Perfect Strangers – they had only just been introduced to each other at the point of serving. Why do Restaurateurs still believe they can pour a Sauce over Meat/Fish/Vegetables and call it – Curry?
So, was this truly a Curry? I should have tried the Fish.
The Bill
97 Zl. (£17.00)
The Aftermath
The Calling Card was left, without comment. Time to go and search for a Bier House, Prolog9 had been quoted by three local sources.