Today’s plan, to visit a new venue in my home town, was thwarted by a too tempting fruit scone this morning. The Hector needed the extra hour to cross the river and have any chance of Curry-Heute. The 2026 tour of Southside venues therefore continues, today, Sheerin Palace (300 Allison St, Govanhill/Crosshill, Glasgow, G42 8HQ).
Wednesdays and Saturdays are Kofta Anda days, today is Thursday, the Special was therefore unknown until my 13.50 arrival. Ali, Mein Host, greeted, it is eleven months since my last visit.
A brimming tray stood out in the array, I had to ask.
Lamb Potato – he advised.
Aloo Gosht – I replied – with a Chapatti.
No way could the appetite sustain a Naan, a pity, and absolutely no chance of the Chicken Rice which has been enjoyed here as an accompaniment for many years.
I took a seat at Table 4 in the empty dining area, it is Ramadan.
Whilst Takeaway continued throughout my visit, the Hector was the only sit-in customer. At least Ramadan, which began yesterday, is back to a favourable time of year, no more Solstice Starvation.
The Village have posted re their outstanding Ramadan Buffet. A 17.30 start, and it looks like one sitting only. £21.95, it creeps up annually, but remains outstanding value.
As ever, no individual prices at Sheerin Palace can be reported, as none are ever posted. One can question the legality of this, but then what laws are enforced on Allison Street? The driver of Bus #7 was certainly challenged as he made progress along this Southside ring road. Cars parked at corners on double yellow lines, double parking too has become the norm, obstacles aplenty.
Ali brought the food in moments, a quick reheat and the creation of my Chapatti. Hot food in a cool room. The Hector would be taking his time.
The Chapatti was served whole, and had needless perforations. Wholemeal Flour had been used in its creation. Not my favourite – has been an oft repeated phrase in these pages in recent times, today, a step further.
I cannot stand Chapattis made from Wholemeal Flour!
I find the strong Earthy Flavour too dominating, just as with Garlic in a G-Naan, how is one expected to taste the remaining food?
As a consequence, I had to abandon scooping up the wonderful Shorva with my Bread. The Chapatti was soon abandoned.
Aloo Gosht
At the start of Curry-Heute, if someone had told me that I would be actively celebrating traditional Aloo Gosht, Shorva and all, I would have challenged them. But then, on an early visit to these very premises, someone challenged me. This is how it is, how Aloo Gosht is meant to be, it is a Soupy Curry.
Ten pieces of Lamb, some on-the-bone, and two halves of a large Potato, sat in the Oily Shorva rich in Coriander Leaves. Despite the lack of Whole Spices, this was Desi Curry.
Some of the boneless pieces of Lamb were cut into at least two pieces. The Potato quickly became eight pieces, I had quite a plateful. Prices here are rock bottom.
The Spice from the Shorva attacked the back of the throat, cough. Careful, Hector. Before the Wholemeal effect spoiled my experience, the Flavours from the Shorva sat well on the palate. With the spoon suitably employed, this pleasure was restored.
Freshly prepared, the Potato had not had time to absorb the full Flavours from the Shorva. The Meat varied, some super soft, some quite chewy. The softer bits were remarkably juicy, Flavoursome. Those which required steady chewing, dried out. My ongoing issue with Lamb was revealing itself once again. Marg has suggested I simply switch to Vegetable Curry when Fish Curry is not available. One cannot have a Vegetable – Aloo Gosht.
The other chap on duty came through to check on my progress, bringing more napkins as he did so. On request, Ali had already brought a glass of Water, which remained untouched to the end.
My lengthy session of Curry eating continued. Meat texture dependent, some parts were more enjoyable than others. No Sucky Bones, but fingers were employed nonetheless. Had I eaten more of the Bread, there would have been a struggle to finish. Next time, a Naan, regardless of what comes before.
I should have resisted the fruit scone, but how does one?
The Bill
£9.00 Cash only.
The Aftermath
As I stood at the counter paying, so I spotted two tubs of Kofta Anda, leftover from yesterday. Ah well.
Walking back along along Allison Street, I noted that the dining room in Shinwari is being refurbished, an update of the pre 2014 décor. I recall, with mixed emotions, my first visit to Lasani Grill, as it was back then, and meeting Waris. Hector was still learning about Southside Curry.
Plus ca change.
Another relatively new Southside venue was the intended port of call this afternoon. However, as Marg sped across the Kingston Bridge, so the Tradeston exit was deemed to 
There was no Lamb Lahori Karahi (£11.00 / £13.00) on display. 
Alas, c
This was quite a departure from the reheat that I have come to expect. From which part of the pot had this been drawn? Way more Shorva than a recognisable Tomato-based Masala, this just needed some Potato to transform it into a classic Aloo Gosht. Karahi – as recognised 
As established two days ago
How the décor has changed since then, Pakistani Street Food, an offshoot of the Victoria Road Takeaway, is bright, ice-cream shop bright, with the same garish colour scheme formerly employed by nearby 
Assuming the two chaps were the same 
Marg was attracted to the Chatt Corner section of the menu. Lamb Samosa Chatt (£7.00) was mooted, but then the waiter and Hector simultaneously advised Marg that this would feature a smothering a Yoghurt. That makes everything soggy, Chickpeas usually feature, a better option was selected: Samos (2 Samosa + Sauce & Salad) (£5.00), much more to her liking. 
During the wait, I became captivated by the big screen showing the creation of a massive Curry, presumably somewhere in Pakistan, big enough to feed a village. If this is being shown continuously on a loop, then why is Curry not further highlighted at Pakistani Street Food. I mentioned the 
Served with Chips or a Naan – I was informed. 
Modest – might be too generous a description for this meagre – Salad. The Pickled Chilli would cross the table. The two Samosa were large, well filled from my perspective. Marg mentioned the pastry type, Puff Pastry, the Hector knows, once there was an attempt, total disaster. 
Marg: I decided to have two Lamb Samosa with sauce and salad. They arrived hot with a sprinkle of salad and two dishes of sauces. I enjoyed the filo pastry surrounding the hot mash with tiny pieces of lamb and vegetables. I used the mint, coriander sauce (Raita) with pieces of cucumber to go with the Samosas. A very tasty dish, but I was disappointed with the lack of salad.
Cucumber slices, plural, Onion and a threat of Lettuce decorated the impressive looking Pilau. I now had two Pickled Chillies! The rest crossed the table to complement Marg’s 
A large soup plate, full of a Shorva-esque Masala. Initially I wondered if this was the dreaded Soupy Curry, however, the photo shows twelve pieces of Meat protruding. Double figures was a given as I arranged the Meat on the Pilau. I counted to twenty, I still had no idea what the price of this Dish would be, £10.00 was the only clue given on the menu. If so, this was exceptionally good value. 
The Rice and Vegetables immediately impressed. Hector loves his Potato, especially when it has absorbed the Spice from its surroundings. Carrot always provides an alternative sweetness. Peas, well, we know how they taste. I could see this being a worthwhile Dish to have in its own right, maybe the Raita would provide further Diversity, never been a fan of adding cold to hot food. 
A quick spoonful of some of the retained Masala had me won. 
Super-soft Lamb, minimal chewing required. Maybe a bit dry, as long as there was Masala, all should be well. 
Today it didn’t. I have spared the reader the intervening twenty minutes of Hector’s pain, and all those present wondering why I was not eating.
Marg’s Tea arrived at the end.
Pakistani Street Food has only been here about a year, I had thought longer. A piece of advice – add Curry to the online menu and put u
Always on the look out for new venues, Curry Cafes in particular, this week, Hector became aware of Lahori Tawa (181 Albert Drive, Pollokshields, Glasgow G41 2ND). Online reviews, clearly composed by friends and family, were only days old. Lahori Tawa must have opened at some time in the past week. 
Chicken Pakora would make an appearance later, added to the display of ready Dishes. Pakora is not on the menu, so no prices can be quoted.
I took the table adjacent to the ladies. A fan heater was on the table top, no way could I tolerate this. As I switched it off and placed at my feet out of the way, so one of the ladies informed me that there was no power socket on their side. The small eating area was not cold, the heater had already done its job. 
A young waitress brought the menu, one side with illustrations of the Fayre on offer, the other with the detail. 
Just the one Naan? – asked the waitress, highlighting that Hector was having Bread with his Curry, not Curry with his Bread.
Time to relay the events of last evening. Marg and Hector went to see Moving Pictures, a Scottish – Rush – (
The Naan, needlessly halved, was a decent size. Despite the blisters, the Bread had not risen, so not the puffy, fluffy Naan one seeks. As the Bread cooled, becoming crispy in parts was unavoidable. 
Served in a handi, the Karahi contents were briefly obscured by the Toppings: Coriander, Ginger Strips and sliced Bullet Chillies. No plate was provided, I was going to eat directly from the handi anyway, but without a plate, one does not get to see the full glory of the Meat and Masala. 
Spooning some Masala on to a piece of Naan, here we go. Seasoning! Definitely on the – brave – end of the spectrum. Despite what is written in the previous paragraph, way more Flavour than anticipated. Whoever had created this had not do
Too stuffed to wipe the base of the handi, anyway, that would have meant eating more Bread, the half kilo was eventually consumed. Prior to my arrival I had considered ordering the Chicken (£12.00) equivalent, that would have contradicted everything that has come before in
The 
Albert Drive has intrigued for years. At the commencement of 
Having reviewed three new Glasgow Curry Houses in recent weeks, today it was back to 
Shkoor talked us through the ready Dishes on display. Aloo Gosht (£7.50) was the only tempting Meat Curry, but still the Hector is postponing his next intake of Lamb. I pointed to the Chapli Kebab and told Michael these were a – must have. 
The Aloo Gobi (£6.00) was the most exciting of the Vegetable options. Michael followed my lead, two portions were duly ordered. Despite the Fish Pakora (£7.00) on display being yesterday’s, I suggested we share a portion. Marg was not missing out here either. Shkoor suggested – a large portion. Salad was a given, three cans of Mango Rubicon (£1.80) completed the order. No Bread.
With the tables restored and the young chaps 
Zaytoun, a Salad with abundant Olives, always appreciated. Shkoor asked if I preferred Black or Green. Both feature in Hector’s diet. A Pizza without Black Olives ain’t a Pizza. Kalamata, beefy Green Olives, stuffed with Anchovies, could well be the ultimate. 
With the heated red Chilli Sauce accompanying, always a delight. The moderately Spiced batter, tasty Haddock, an extension of standard British Fayre. Enough for three, 
Presented on foil, had they been baked for the reheat? Essentially a Burger, ground Chicken and Spices, way better than anything actually served as a Chicken Burger at KFC, et al, 
Potato, Cauliflower and a Masala Mash topped with Coriander, quite a plateful. 
The Potatoes were also firm, again, these had absorbed Flavour from the Masala Mash. I retained 
One of the best Aloo Gobi I’ve tasted and I loved the Fish Pakora.
Potatoes, Carrots and Peas, 
Aakash asked for the second time if we required anything else. This time he listed Kashmiri Tea, Marg was not passing up on this. 
Marg had time to compose her comments:
Biryani House (
Entering 
Ahmed suggested this could take some ten minutes, I assured him there was no rush. I took the optimum seat at one of the three tables. Biryani House seats twelve. Ahmed disappeared to the rear, yet a grill/oven, microwave and some other sort of table top cooker was in the preparation area front of house. 
With somewhat garish plastic table coverings and bare walls, the décor might be described as either rustic, or unfinished. Having returned to the front of house, Ahmed got busy chopping some Coriander. 
The garnish, a slice of Lime, was the only notable stand out feature to what superficially appeared to be a simple Salad of Tomato and Cucumber. OK the Coriander, stirred through was copious. I was not prepared for the next moment – Wow!
Ahmed brought out the grill pan to show 
As I adjusted from expectation to reality, my gob had never been so smacked, when I saw the remaining three pieces of Rohu become – Curry. Hector was about to be served – The Works. The Salad 
Three substantial Rohu Steaks, with Spice clearly absorbed, sat in what looked like an Oily Shorva in parts, not quite a Masala in others. Finely chopped 
A mixture of the Oily Shorva and Rice created the second – Wow! – moment of the day. Those who would have shunned this know not what they miss. 
Breaking the firm Fish with a fork, the interior was white. So, minor penetration then. 
I’ll be back. Ahmed is keen to show off other delights, and has invited me to contact him in advance. However, remaining true to this Blog, I must establish the efficacy of his Curry menu, that means Lamb.
Back in Glasgow, for a very, very, long time, relatively speaking, time to restore the tour of the Southside Curry Cafes, 2026. After last week’s near excessive Lamb intake in Manchester, there had to be something completely different. Monday is Bateera Day at 
The portion size seemed miserable. More of a snack than a main meal. If one is particularly hungry, order two! It won’t break the bank. The Potato clearly had time to absorb the Oily Shorva, the Aubergine, presumably mushy. If this is your cup of tea, enjoy. The Hector would willingly have this as a Side and maybe have no Rice/Bread.
Marg and Hector had some Middle Eastern Bread 
The exterior 
I asked Zahir if we could pay by card. The wish was granted. 
Today, the Hector had his own 
We 
As I stood at the serving bar, so Rizwan piled on a huge portion of Rice to the plate. 
Having described the wonder that is this Curry as recently as 
With Clove to the fore, the well Seasoned Masala was complemented by the Ginger Cubes, sliced Green Chillies, and the forest of Coriander. The Spice Level was therefore – as you like it. A piece of Cinnamon Bark confirmed the – Desi – credentials. 
Today, I gave everyone the day off. But who knows, comments may arrive later.
Earlier this week, I mentioned the Spiced Onions in the bucket at the display counter. These are they, do try them. 
Once, in any Manchester trip, there is usually an opperchancity to have some serious Curry. 
The red chairs have gone, replaced with white ones, new tables, and more versatile too. Otherwise, nothing much has changed at these humble premises. A massive vat of Oil had something uncertain being cooked, whole Chickens possibly. Worryingly, I spotted the – cash only – sign. Whilst some of us certainly carry real money, what were the chances of all six? I went up to the counter, the young chap assured me that card payment would be accepted. With their pukka digital till, why even pretend?
The timeous four had time to peruse the 
Fish.
At the point of ordering, I was advised that the Karahi would take twenty minutes to prepare. There was little surprise then when the chaps brought the Karahi just us my fellow diners were licking their lips in appreciation of their Starters. There was a quick rearrangement of the plates on the table to accommodate the two large, flat, karahi.
Bullet Chillies sliced lengthwise, a threat of Coriander, strips of Ginger and Tomato, plus slices of Lemon topped the Karahi. The Thick Masala was everything one could hope for, there was but a glint of Oil on the periphery. Full marks for presentation.
Minimal bones, indeed, Johnnie had assumed this was all Boneless Lamb until he found one bone. For the Hector, a similar experience. 
I had taken what I knew I could manage, a serving from each karahi. If eight pieces of Meat is a standard portion, then in effect, I had two portions on my plate. Well judged, there would certainly be enough, and given how quickly some stopped eating, nobody was leaving hungry. 
The Naan were served whole in two baskets. This enabled access for all regardless of seating position. With multiple perforations, as is the Manchester way, they had not risen to their full extent. The edges were also more firm than they could have been otherwise. The offer of more was declined, we had enough Bread on the table. 
A simpler presentation, Ginger Strips, sliced Bullet Chillies but probably more Coriander, here there was more of an oily, Buttery sheen. 
Johnnie: It was – expletive deleted – magnificent!
About twenty a head?– asked Johnnie as we prepared to leave.
The Aftermath
Four nights in Manchester this week, and three closing time visits to 
Another important piece of information was gleaned. Chef Rashid has long gone, no obvious Maestro has replaced him. There was a kid in the kitchen, working alone. 
The number of Wraps purchased by Hector could well be counted on one hand, never taken to them. Compared to the 
Usually, there are two visits to Manchester at the start of the year, but I missed out on tickets for