Timings this evening became a bit wobbly. There was little chance of getting back to Indian Mango for Lamm Chettinad, instead, a Kebap was calling. The Kebap shop on the corner opposite Hotel Royal on Schillerstrasse (same street as Cafe Schiller, aka – The Sports Bar) has been frequented a few times over the years, it looked as if they were closing as Hector arrived @01.00. Instead, nearby Lemon’s Restaurant (Schillerstrasse 14, 80336 München, Deutschland) was showing signs of activity.
The Kebap Kalb (€4.00) was ordered and paid for. I stood aside to let others approach the counter, then I saw the display of Curry Dishes. Being the time of day/night when Hector’s Deutsch approaches – perfection – I asked for a description of each Curry. Lamm Curry mit Reis – it had to be. I pointed to one of the available tables to confirm I would eat this here.
That’ll be another €5.00 – the chap advised me.
I sat down, the €5.00 note on display, feed me please.
A portion of Lamb Curry and Rice was taken to the kitchen for a reheat.
Lemon’s Restaurant sits eight at three tables with some stools along the wall where a shelf acts as a further table. A Restaurant, OK, it’s a Kebap Shop which just happened to have Curry. It’s open twenty four hours a day, so Hector could have Curry in München at any time, theoretically.
The serving chap swiped my €5.00 note when he brought the Curry.
So what do we have here? A mass of Meat, I reached twenty and stopped counting. I use the term – Shorva – possibly too often to describe a Masala that is Thinner then I seek and usually Excessive. This was a true Shorva. I scraped some of the Meat aside to let the liquid collect on the plate, this Shorva was – watery. Very poor.
The Seasoning hit first, so not that bad then. I waited for the Spice to kick in, I’m still waiting. The Lamb was so tasty, all down to the Seasoning. Was this Curry? What is Curry? I mixed the Lamb and Rice to create a dog’s breakfast, better still.
I had a timeout to use the Facilities which were up a few makeshift steps, interesting. Somebody had been smoking in the toilet previously, disgusting. The chaps who had been sat at the remaining tables, joined together, had gone. I had the place to myself. Another chap appeared with a brand new Donner still wrapped in its plastic cover. I had never seen this before. Sparkling Water would have been welcomed, I saw none in the fridge. I ate on.
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Disgustingly Wonderful – was my take on this attempt at a Lamb Curry.
The Aftermath
I left the Calling Card on the table as I stood up to leave. There was nobody around. In the kitchen I could see Curry being cooked, Palak. I would not rule out a return.