Tomorrow is the #100th visit to Karahi Palace, that will be a lengthy write up, in the meantime, Hector popped in to Sheerin Palace (300 Allison St, Govanhill/Crosshill, Glasgow, G42 8HQ) for some mid-afternoon scoff. Arriving at 15.30 a couple of chaps were waiting for Takeaways, the chap behind the counter was new. I took off my coat and plonked it behind a chair in order to establish my intention to sit in. The dining room was empty, though there was evidence of recent diners at one table.
No Kofta Anda, it would have to be – the usual – at Sheerin Palace, Aloo Gosht and Chicken Pilao. Note the latter, I have been describing Chicken Pilao served here as Chicken Biryani for years. Thanks to Parveen’s Sunday morning TV programme, I know better. It is still the only way to secure Rice at Sheerin Palace, unless of course they are willing to prepare some fresh, but nobody has told me that is possible.
I watched the new Chap arrange an absolutely massive plate of Chicken Pilao on a plate and place it in the microwave. Hopefully the Aloo Gosht would be resurrected using more traditional means. A Modest Salad, Raita, glass and cutlery were brought. Drinks were offered, I asked for Tap Water, a jug came in seconds. How different from Desi Pakwan in Edinburgh last week when no Drink was offered or Water provided: you’ll have had yer water.
The Salad and Raita would remain untouched, I had considered a nibble or two, however, when the Mains arrived, no chance.
Aloo Gosht
Ten pieces of Lamb on-the-bone served in Shorva. Two halves of a large Potato stood in the mix with a piece of Cinnamon. One should probably eat this with a Chapatti, but think of the splashing.
Chicken Pilao
Two well cooked pieces of Chicken also on-the-bone, in a mass of Spiced Rice. What’s not to like?
Here we go
There was an immediate – Kick – from the Rice which had absorbed the Shorva in an instant. The distinctive Sheerin Palace Flavours were there, such a simple, Soupy Curry in appearance, with Black Peppercorns, Cloves and Cumin Seeds all revealing themselves. The Lamb was Tender but still required a good bit of chewing, this was not Pulp. Sated with the Lamb, the Chicken was tackled, it did nothing for me, a means to an end.
The Chap came through to clear the other table, on both trips he asked how I was getting on and if he could get me anything else.
Great thanks – was communicated. Hector is most at home in the Curry Cafes of the World, prepared food, ready to eat, not just a tweak of something extracted from – The Big Pot.
The Bones were piled at the top of the dinner plate which thankfully was hot when it arrived. Everything was cooling quickly, the heater was not on, Sheerin Palace can be a cold venue. How I ate as much as I did either impresses or disgusts, I was determined not to waste food.
The Bill
£10.00 No messin’.
The Aftermath
The No.4 Bus arrived at the corner of Allison Street just as Hector reached Victoria Rd, magic. What also made the afternoon was the discovery that the No.7 Bus goes from Renfrew Street to the door of Sheerin Palace, handy.
Lamb Chops tomorrow, hopefully.