It is twenty years since Hector first set foot in Belgium, a statement which may well be repeated over the next couple of days, we shall see. Despite having visited Brussel in each of the last three years, I have not gone out of my way to eat Curry, yet on reacquainting myself with my last Curry here in 2014 at Bombay Inn, I note it was better than expected. The problem is too many Nepalese Restaurants in Belgium masquerading as – Indian. The result is Bland and Soupy Curry, not what The Hector enjoys.
Information Technology is improving all the time, there’s so much out there if one looks. Why do people keep asking me what my Favourite Curry Houses are? It’s all posted here! I managed to filter search results to guarantee sourcing Punjabi Cuisine. I phoned Shere-E-Punjab (Rue de l’Artichaut 2, 1210 Saint-Josse-ten-Noode, Belgium) last night to see if they were open at Lunchtime, their loss. Punjab Tandoori Cuisine (Avenue Georges Henri 208, 1200 Woluwe-Saint-Lambert, Belgium) is a Trek out of the City Centre, but looked promising. Google Maps gives so much information on how to get from A to B using public transport. From Brussel Zuid I took Metro Line 2 in direction – Elisabeth – the six stops to Arts Loi, then changed to Line 1 in direction – Stockel – another six stops to Gribaumont. From there it was a few blocks to Punjab Tandoori Cuisine, in the pouring rain as it happened.
What is primarily a Takeaway, Punjab Tandoori Cuisine is not open every Lunchtime, Thursday is a good day. I arrived at 12.05 and conveyed to Mein Host that I was here to eat on the premises. He replied in English and handed me the Menu, in English. Stairs leading up to a balcony, a Mezzanine even, revealed four tables seating fourteen in total. The places were all set with a jar of Lime Pickle on each, I took the smallest table.
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The online Menu had already tantalised, I would be having a Curry from the Punjabi Special Dishes section though quite a few other Dishes tempted: Krayla (Karela) Gosht (€16.00), Matter Keema (€12.50), Punjab Lamb Balti (€17.00) and Punjabi Lamb Achari Karahi (€16.00). I chose Punjabi Lamb Handi (€17.00) which is jointly the most expensive Curry on the Menu. This was very much a case of letting Chef show what he can do. Handi can be anything really, that the interpretation here includes Cream came as a surprise.
Hector has a Creamy Lamb Curry? So it goes. I did not fancy spending €5.50 on Exotic Bread and so settled for the Pilau Rice (€2.00). Mein Host took the Order, we agreed on an – Above Medium – Spice Level. I checked that no Capsicum would appear, he assured me that Peppers were not part of this Dish. He left me with the Menu, I had even more time to study it, Capsicum only appears in Jalfrazi. I was liking this venue more and more. A Fanta would accompany, Belgian Fanta is so much better than that served anywhere else, not as Sweet, less artificial colour.


I could hear scraping and stirring sounds from the open kitchen underneath where I sat. The layout is similar to Glasgow’s – Little Curry House, but smaller still. Enough time passed to convince me that this Curry was not straight out of The Tall Pot.


As ever in Europe, the Quantity of Rice was absurd. Knowing what the rest of the day would entail, I tilted more on to my plate than normal. The Rice Bowl was – Hot – seriously – Hot.
The Punjabi Lamb Handi looked very Rich. The Masala was a Blended, Thick, Creamy Mass with Oil collecting, off-putting for some, not Hector. I decanted the Meat and Masala and could see that the Coriander had been cooked in. I took my first sample – Euro Curry! One could pick this out as being comparable to that served across Mainland Europe, so different from the UK. I ate on.
The Meat count was into double figures, the Lamb as Tender as one would hope. The Spice Level was certainly – Above Medium – and impressed. The Seasoning was down, appropriate for a Creamy Curry. There was an occasional Herb Hit when the sporadic Coriander was encountered. Seeds, what were these? Most certainly not Cumin. Cardamom was mentioned in the description, Cardamom Seeds, not Cardamom Pods. I’m still learning.
I became more at one with the Curry, I have tasted this before, in my own kitchen! Occasionally I chuck Cream into Leftover Curry if my Masala is too Thick and/or Minimal. Adding Water is not a good idea. When Mein Host called from the bottom of the stairs to check all was well, I had to admit it was. I was very much at home with this Punjabi Lamb Handi.
The Bill
€20.00 (£17.60). Once more I thank all those who voted for Brexit for hammering Sterling.
The Aftermath
I gave Mein Host the Calling Card and introduced myself. We then chatted for a few minutes about Curry in Belgium. He is a Pakistani-Punjabi who appreciates the Food of India by region. I congratulated him on the array of Dishes on his Menu, there’s more than enough to tempt me back. I would recommend phoning at 11.00 before trekking out here if one desires a Noon Curry.


Both Mein Host and Chef were happy to pose for Curry-Heute, this I feel always adds Quality to the Blog.
As I wrote three years ago, I departed to meet up with Dr. Stan at Cantillon at 13.30. Plus ca change.
On our walk back towards our respective accommodation this evening, I chanced upon another source of Pakistani Cuisine: Chilli Grill (Rue Antoine Dansaert 172, 1000 Bruxelles, Belgium). This is another Cafe-style venue, the way I like them. The display of Pre-cooked Curry caught my eye as I passed, I did a double take. They open at Noon each day, a ten minute walk from Grand Place.
The Belgian Curry Scene appears to be improving, it had to.



After our Lidl Shopping, I suggested to Mother that we have some Spicy Mince and Potatoes for a change, she was happy with this.
Your Mum? – he remembered as Mother took a seat at one of the two tables. With the door wedged open, Mother kept her coat on, she was cold, this is the first half of September. Summer has gone, Autumn bypassed.

The Takeaway trade at
As stated, the Keema has been the main attraction in the years I have visited
The Rice plate was warm so I scraped off as much as I needed and spooned an amount of Curry I thought Mother would manage. This left a true Hector Portion. I would subsequently text Marg to inform her that Dinner would be served – late – this evening. With the photographic ritual complete, more food arrived… On the House – two Seekh Kebab and two large pieces of Vegetable Pakora. I suspect so few people sit in at
Mother was well under way and was making positive remarks. Hector was just getting started.
The Spice hit first, not ridiculous by any means but testing. I was waiting for Mother to comment on the Spice Level, she never did, she can cope within reason. After all, it was she who set The Hector on the path of Spicy Food
The Lamb was Superbly Tender, enough Bones to make an impression on the Overall Flavour, Sucky Bones. It was @14.30, near enough the time of day I prefer to eat – once. I was calculating what could be eaten here, what could be taken home, when Mother helped herself to Meat and Masala! This was more than I have seen her eat in years. Mein Host came out to check all was well.





Hector finds himself unexpectedly in Caithness this weekend, Marg is a regular visitor but has never had Curry, that oversight would be sorted today. With five sources of Curry in Wick, research suggested that Alisha’s Diner (15 Bridge St., Wick, Caithness KW1 4AJ) was a cut above the rest. The willingness to – tweak – the Menu to suit individual tastes was reported, this would suit The Hector.

We had spent the day touring the northern coastline of the land of my birth, the first, and more than likely the last time Hector has been this far north on the Scottish Mainland. Curry from a few kilometres north of here in 



Google Maps still shows a photo of Alisha’s Diner in its previous incarnation – Red Rose, now re-branded as a British and Indian Restaurant. Yes, Burgers and Pizza are available.

Usually it is Marg who ends up with swathes of Onion in her Curry, tonight it was my turn. I had hoped that Chef would not compensate for being restricted re the –
I’m going to enjoy this – I remarked to Marg. A quick count revealed Tender Lamb in Double Figures. Green Cardamom was encountered, more than once. I would end up with small pile. Some Oil collected on the sides of the plates as is inevitable when a Masala is prepared this Thick. Far from Soup, and most certainly not a Stir Fry, this was a Worthy Karahi.
Topped with Coriander Leaves and Stems, the Potato was accompanied by some pieces of cooked Tomato. Shrouded in a Thick Masala Mash, this was a contender to be classified as a – Vegetable Curry. I would eat this, alternating with the Lamb Karahi. Splitting a Potato, I had enough to fill my spoon – Gosh! Wow! This was Magnificent. The Flavour from the Masala was – full on. I gave some to Marg: You must experience this... Why this hit the spot and would be the focus of all references to Alisha’s Diner later when reunited with the rest of The Company, was simple. The Seasoning. The Potatoes were well Seasoned, the Masala too. My initial eating tactic was adapted, the Bombay Potato was decanted to the plate containing the Lamb Karahi as I made progress. Good as the Lamb Karahi was on its own, this was a new dimension. Now I had the Perfect Combination, a – Most Interesting – Vegetable Side Dish made the meal. Had I ordered Rice or Bread, I would have missed this.
Again the Lamb was served in a Thick Masala Mash. I was interested to establish of this was basically the same as I had with more Tomato and less Onion. I helped myself to a Soupçon, it was less intense than the Lamb Karahi / Bombay Potato mix.
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Earlier this year we lost 
Those who know the pioneering work of Holger Czukay both as a Musician and Studio Engineer will appreciate his genius. For those who have never heard of him, I suspect your favourite bands will cite Holger Czukay as an influence.
I note I was at 
The new chap brought the Karahi, Cousin brought the Naan. He was keen to tell me how – Fresh – the Naan was. Why wouldn’t it be? The Naan was dripping wet, smothered in Garlic Butter with Herb, Krauter Butter? Beautifully Soft and Fluffy around the edges, this indeed was quite a Naan.
The Oil was collecting towards the base of the Karahi, if one cannot cope with a Oily Curry, then this is not the Dish for you. KTC is the brand used here, I was told by Naveed in a previous visit.
Tearing a strip off the halved Naan, I dipped into the Masala. Garlic! Indeed, this is all I was going to taste for the next few mouthfuls. Excellent as the Naan was, I came to realise that it was dominating, to excess. The Hector Palate was struggling to discern other Flavours.

I noted the new sign on the counter advertising Karahi Gosht by the Kilo and Half Kilo, and at attractive prices too. Previously, only the Handi was available – Large. This is a system I wish more venues would adopt.
And so to toast the memory of Holger…



With due sense of pride, Ayaz presented the Karahi, the Chapattis arrived just as I completed the photographing. I sense that for many visitors to this Blog the visual is all, though I did meet an FP last Sunday who quoted chapter and verse, he knew Curry-Heute as well as The Hector.
Garnished with the customary Fresh Coriander and Ginger Strips, the Meat was primarily Lamb Chops, the Best of Both Worlds. A Supreme Karahi, exquisitely prepared, enough Masala to classify it as – Curry – no more.
Once the Chapattis were cool enough to touch, in we went. Conversation approached – Nil, companionable silence, it’s a Chap thing.
The Chops were stripped bare, no knives or forks used here. Sucky Bones revealed themselves in the Mash, moments of Absolute Joy. The Spice Level was at the top end of the scale, yet no extra Green Chillies were spotted. The Seasoning was not an issue, well balanced, all the Flavours from the Masala coming across. This was another
Once we were replete, it was time to note a few words from Martin:


I have been away, Mother’s cupboards must have been bare, it was time to restock. After a Lidl Shopping we headed along to 
The Pakora came quickly, Mother apologised for starting without me, she likes her food – hot. I reminded her that I was not having a Starter, but I did pinch one of her four pieces of Vegetable Pakora. Four, pieces, one more than last time. Good sized pieces too, Tasty. Mother halved each piece and was taking her time, alternating between the Raita and Spicy Dip.
Facing the open kitchen, I could see my Lamb Lahori Karahi was ready. I was glad when, rather than let it sit, it was brought to me right away. Tepid food has been a recurring theme when dining with numbers at
The Meat was decanted first to cover the Rice, each piece counted. Eight decent sized pieces of the most Tender Lamb were then covered once more with the Thick Masala. The Toppings of Ginger Strips and Fresh Coriander were also restored. With Peas and Mushrooms making the Rice – Special – there was no holding back The Hector.
Yum, not Wow. Ginger hit the palate first. The appearance of the Blended Masala suggested a hint of Yoghurt. The Spice Level was decidedly Medium, the Seasoning fine. This was markedly different from the signature dish at
The Masala looked Thinner than that in the Lahori Karahi, I should hope that mine was way better.
This is lovely – exclaimed Mother as soon as she started. For once she was eating her Curry without Mango Chutney and so would taste the Curry as presented. With the Rice occupying half of the plate, there was enough to soak up the Masala. For a quick Lunch this was quite Satisfying and much better value than the Wrap at
Hector’s choice of venue this evening was
He then handed me the new
Our Waiter for the evening – Michael – introduced himself and offered us Poppadoms, Hector was straight into action:
All Dishes were asked for – In the Asian Style – a requirement at 


As is the way at 


Michael was on hand to bring more Drinks, so much for Sparkling Water tonight.
Michael kept us up to date with the progress of The Mains. There was no hurry, we needed time to let the Chops digest. 


Just how similar in appearance was this to Fish Karahi at Bradford’s
My search for the Ultimate Glasgow Fish Curry continues.
Dry, topped with Green Chillies, Fresh Coriander and a slice of Lemon, here was a 
This too was suitably – Dry – and the Portion appeared to be Huge. I do not recall ever ordering this Dish at
Essentially Alan’s choice but in Chicken, the Masala was once again appropriate for a
Tracy gave a trilogy of statements, I’ll let the Reader decide:

£86.15. It is not in the style of Curry-Heute to regularly show this, however…
Whilst my fellow diners enjoyed their – let’s stay awake all night juice, Hector found Imran working on the roster, an Opperchancity to show him the updated 
Hector has to return to Glasgow today, a seventeen day stint at home awaits, how to cope? Checking out of t’Travelodge at 11.45, I walked the fifty metres or so to the City Market. No wonder I did not see the Goat Curry yesterday, it is located immediately next stall to my intended venue for today – Viva Goa (Stall 110, City Market, Peterborough PE1 1QG). Yesterday, Craig and Yvonne were sitting outside Viva Goa, distracted, I did not see the – Naz – Stall which clearly has Goat Curry advertised.
Mein Host, Daniel, was happy to pose for yet another photo for Curry-Heute, just how obliging is he? Hopefully all will note the Blog entry for
Once again, the Curry was served with Sliced Carrots, a piece of Broccoli and a Soupçon of Chilli Paste. The Masala did not appear to be different from that which accompanied the Mutton Curry, from the first fork-full – Wow! Fish Curry!



Fish Curry? This was enough to tempt Hector.
Mutton Curry (£6.00) it had to be, this included Rice and a choice of Drink from the fridge. The Calling Card was handed over immediately, this enabled the creation of the photo-documentary. The plastic tub containing the Mutton Curry had a Creamy looking Masala, this dissipated when the Portion was decanted to the pan for reheating. I mentioned the sign I had seen for Goat Curry yesterday. This was confirmed to be from another Market Stall. Goat Curry was served at Viva Goa once upon a time, however being on-the-bone had apparently put the Locals off.

The Standard Blended Masala had soaked into the Rice and so any sense of Excess was lost. A lack of Seasoning was my first taste observation, stirring the Chilli Paste into the Melange created a decent Spice Level. The accompanying Vegetables added a much appreciated Diversity, this was so much better than straight forward Curry and Rice.
The Bill







That the premises had been redecorated had justified a rebranding, but nothing has changed otherwise. I pointed out that Lamb Balti Methi is still not on the Menu (only Chicken), this was not a problem. A Paratha (£1.70) would accompany. Spice Level was not discussed, I had been tested last night at the nearby
Punjab Balti House opens at 17.00 daily, seating twenty four, it is primarily a Takeaway. A door which is not signed does lead to a toilet. I had checked with the mature gentleman who was sitting opposite the counter that I was correct to head through this door.
He is the cousin of Mein Host whom I’m told is the owner, the business has been in operation here for eleven years. In time, the two Chaps left leaving Hector as the sole customer.
Served whole, the Paratha dwarfed the Balti, almost comically. This was an Echtes Paratha, the Flakiness and Layering were most evident, so unlike what I have been served in the last few weeks, different Flour?
Do you want a fork and knife? – asked Mein Host.
In time, I had to abandon the Paratha, enough for two, and concentrate on ensuring I would finish the Balti. Mein Host chatted momentarily as I ate. I established that he is a Chef in his own right, I was left to speculate how much of what is served is his creation. I could not conceive of a visit to Peterborough without a Curry at this venue.
The photo of Mein Host was secured, my departure was less of the fond farewell I had hoped for due to the arrival of a Couple who were the worse for wear. Fancy presenting at a Curry House in this state?



