If this is not the final Curry-Heute post of 2025, then something unexpected will happen tomorrow. It is fitting then that this Curry should be at the discovery of 2025, well, actually, the rediscovery. Why it took twelve years to return to Curry Pot (139 Dumbarton Road, Glasgow G11 6PR) after such an initial positive review, who knows.
With a later start to the Monday outing, Hector and Marg arrived at Curry Pot at 17.30, Marg was due a visit, at this time of day, it was a certainty that they would be open.
Greeted by a chap I have yet to identify, we took the larger table setting mid-room. In a place this size, where else would one choose? Another chap would appear from the kitchen, he had to be a brother of Simrat, Mein Host.
On the train in towards Partick, yes a train, operating, unlike for the good people of Helensburgh who are being kept prisoner this week, I showed Marg her options on a well known and reliable Curry Blog.
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Reliable? On a random scroll yesterday, an accolade was uncovered. Who wins awards? People keep telling me I should be making money from Curry-Heute, nobody ever convinces me how.
Marg had selected Lamb Curry With Ginger (£9.50), the Curry which impressed so much on my return visit this year, I then kept coming back to sample the rest of the Lamb Curry menu. All but one Curry to be precise, Lamb Karahi (£9.50), which Lord Clive of Crawley was invited to try earlier this month.
Capsicum withheld, it should be fine. I was about to find out.
After much consideration of the Bread options, Marg went for her usual Chapatti, or Tandoori Roti (£1.50), as the serving chap made very clear. Does this mean they do – proper – Chapattis also?
Mushroom Rice (£4.00) for Hector, one day I’ll have something else, Biryani perhaps, which is advertised on the wall, and tucked away in the Takeaway menu. Tap water would suffice as the liquid accompaniment.
That was nearly not all. Having described the portions as – Tapas-plus, Marg was all for having us sharing a Starter. Calm. I promised that the quantity of food served would match her capacity. Somewhere in this, I agreed to give up a bit of my precious Mushroom Rice.
The presumed younger brother of Simrat departed with a substantial delivery. Others came in to collect. One chap ordered then stood outside, such that our dining experience would not be disturbed by his close presence indoors. Here we are, mid winter, and the age of thoughtfulness maintains. This is Glasgow.
Marg’s Chapatti was served whole, looked Buttery, and apart from the Wholemeal Flour content, almost appealing. Marg likes these, else she wouldn’t be ordering them.
The Mushroom Rice was sublime. Even after Marg took less than envisaged, there was still a plateful. A Clove and a Black Peppercorn would be found later, presumably originating from the approaching – Biryani-like – Rice. These were the best Mushrooms I have encountered since the last time I was at Curry Pot. Here, the standard has been set.
Lamb Karahi
I made sure at the point of ordering that the first criterion in the Curry-Heute Campaign would be registered. No need for Peppers in a Karahi. The payback? Behold the – Big Onions! I’ve had worse.
Eight pieces of Meat were arranged over the Mushroom Rice. Each would be halved, no knife required. I couldn’t help but make a comparison with the portion served along the road on Saturday at Curry Fi. Here, a bigger bang for your buck, but then Curry Pot is a cupboard, Curry Fi is a restaurant. Hector knows which he prefers.
Tomato Seeds were visible in the Masala, so definitely something along the lines of an authentic Punjabi Masala.
The Masala was not overwhelming with flavour. More Seasoning would certainly have enhanced this. In time I felt a tang. The Spice Level began at medium and grew to – plus. No Whole Spices other than those I assume originated in the Rice. The Rice plays a huge part in the Curry here. It’s the combination which keeps me coming back.
There were a few – mini explosions – of Flavour from the Lamb. Again this is what makes the Curry at Curry Pot stand out, a different league from a mainstream Takeaway.
Adding the retained Masala, a further delight. The Meat to Masala ratio was spot on, no Rice left uncovered, plenty of solids towards the end. The choice, finish on a Mushroom or a piece of Meat. Hector was in a happy place, however, one criticism – everything could have been served hotter.
Lamb Curry With Ginger
Decidedly Soupy in comparison to the Karahi, I was surprised that Marg did not take more Rice. For Hector, this Curry needed Rice, for others, a Dipping Fest.
Dark brown and mysterious, the Masala bore no resemblance to that in the Karahi. So, Curry Pot has more than one Big Pot! Marg too, wiped her plate.
Marg – The Lamb dish had a fairly thin sauce but it was full of flavour and left the lips tingling. A good kick of ginger and with some mushroom rice from Hector I was able to mop up all the juice.
The Roti was large and fresh and I was able to enjoy the pieces of meat in the Roti. The lamb pieces were large and I had to cut them to make eating easier.
As Marg reminds me after every meal, she likes to finish on a sweet note. On studying the menu, nothing caught her eye. With Masala Chai (£1.95) posted prominently on the wall, beneath Biryani, I suggested she ask.
Success, and our chap suggested Gulab Jamun (£2.95).
What’s that?
By now I thought Marg would know all of the Indian Desserts.
Thankfully we were in no rush, and the presumed wait for Chai was nowhere near as long as it can be, but maybe that’s just for the pink, Cardamom loaded, Peshwari Chai.
It comes as two – was the explanation when Hector found himself staring at the smallest Dessert bowl ever. A Soupçon, a sufficient Soupçon. So much for leaving with Clove still on the palate.
The Syrup was hotter than both the Curry and the Rice.
Marg – One piece of soaked sponge ball in a juice of sugar and almonds. A lovely sweet taste to finish the meal.
The Masala Chai arrived very hot and tasted of spices, cinnamon, cardamom & ginger.
For those who like this sort of thing. Milky Tea, I stopped drinking it, aged twelve, or thereabouts. Sugar I didn’t abandon until late teens. So why such an adversity to creaminess, unless it’s Ice Cream, and the University Cafe was metres away. Not tonight.
The Bill
£29.40
The Aftermath
A thumbs up towards the kitchen as we departed. I wonder how long the poor chap remained outside waiting for his Takeaway.
As for – biting the dust, maybe not a bad year for Curry, but I do find myself expressing frustration with increasing regularity. Choices in Bradford this year could have been better, Florida (USA) was too Mainstream after the excellent venues found towards the end of last year’s trip. Lisboa (Portugal) and Athena (Hellas) never disappoint, only one may feature next year. Also, Berlin (Deutschland) trips look to become fewer, maybe just the three. Manchester beckons in late January, always a good start to any year. However, May should see a return to a favourite, and decidedly distant, happy hunting ground. Meanwhile, Glasgow still has so much to offer.