Before heading north to Buttenheim for the Bockbieranstiche at Löwenbräu, there had to be lunch. The final visit to Indian Mango (Zweibrückenstraße 15, 80331, München Deutschland) was another solo event. Arriving at Isartor early, I went down to the river to kill a few minutes. Hector entered Indian Mango at 11.25, five minutes before the official opening time. The Chef greeted me, his assistant came out to serve.
Fisch Chettinad (€13.90) and a 0.4l of Sparkling Water (€3.00), simples. Herr Battra arrived bang on 11.30 as did a couple with a toddler, and so another busy day at Indian Mango had begun. The Lunch Card may prove to the attraction here for many. €8.50 for Lamb Dishes is as high as the prices go, each Curry is served with either Salad or Rice, Bread is extra.
The Fisch Chettinad was served at 11.45. As well as Fresh Coriander Leaves, some Stems were visible on top along with the sliced Tomato. The Masala looked Dark and Mysterious. How I would love the recipe for this.
The Rice was served in a sensible Quantity. I would once again manage every grain. I decanted about half of the Fish and Masala and again noted that this was definitely a Larger Portion than that served a few years ago. The Fish, possibly – Tilapia – was not in batter as I have observed here previously. The Quantity of Fish was substantial and it also retained its integrity.
The intensity of Flavours which make this Curry such a standout were all present, the Smokiness, the Spice, the Seasoning all well judged. Hector’s palate was in super sensory mode today. I felt that I could taste every separate ingredient, the Tomato in particular was appreciated.
I was taking my time, savouring every morsel. At 12.15 I was still eating, this was slow. The pleasure was prolonged, the Flavours would linger long.
I ordered a Fanta (€3.00) and sat for a little longer. The regular Waiter had arrived, the first I have seen him this week. That was it, the 2018 Indian Mango Experience was over.
The Bill
€19.90 (£17.61) We’ll see what happens to Sterling after Brexit.
The Aftermath
I bade Herr Battra farewell:
See you in the summer.
Regards to your wife – was his response.
As I opened the door, I could not help but notice the Big Pot filled to the brim with sliced Onions. That would take all day to turn to a Mash.