There are many images posted by the many Curry Outlets in Berlin of their Fayre, the vast majority show the Soupy Curry which Hector tries to avoid. One seeks Meat with Masala, not Masala with Meat. One venue which appeared to match this set criterion is Delhi 6 (Friedrichstraße 237, 10969 Berlin, Deutschland). Located south of Checkpoint Charlie and on the U6 Line, very easy to locate.
In 1982, Hector walked up Friedrichstrasse and crossed over to – East Berlin – for the afternoon. This street is unrecognisable from those historic days, especially the further south one goes. Long gone are the brooding tenements which were rebuilt after 1945, walking on towards towards Hallesches Tor, the atmosphere is so different, a vibrancy which did not exist in bygone days. Delhi 6 is located at the north east corner of Theodor-Wolf Park.
The majority of the Diners were outside. The Waiter gestured towards this seated area as I walked in just after 13.00. I said I would rather sit inside, only one other Diner has chosen this option. The Menu was brought, the Business Lunch was recorded but not read. Today was a Lamb Day, the options were studied. Too much Cream, too much Coconut was my initial thought. The Lamb Saag (€12.90) was considered, however, in Deutschland the tendency is to serve a mass of Creamy Spinach and omit – Masala – as such. Roghan Josh (€12.90) claimed the Lamb would be – slow infused – which was encouraging. Kewra Water, this should add something – Aromatic.
At Delhi 6, Mains come with Basmati Rice and a Salad, this justifies the €12.90. The Menu also says one can ask for meals to be served in the – Desi – style, this was most encouraging, so I did. A Sparkling Water (€1.90) completed the Order.
The Water came quickly, which in the rising Temperature was welcomed. Ah, only a 0.2l Bottle, disappointing, this would have to be eked out. Moments after the Sparkling Water was presented, a Karahi was placed on the table. My reaction to myself was – how can a Curry come this quick? – however, this was the Salad. Fooled me.
The Salad, with Dressing, was a good Palate Cleanser. The Roghan Josh came not that long afterwards.
The Rice was served in a Metal Pot, the size from which I have eaten many a Curry. The Quantity was Generous, without being to Excess. The Curry Pot seemed Massive. The contents were decanted, the Meat was into double figures, the Excess Masala was left in the Pot. As ever there was Capsicum, fortunately only a few pieces both Red and Green. Large pieces of Onion also dominated.
The Blended and Oily Masala was – Red – unnaturally so. If Cream has been added, this was no longer visible, here was another Red Rogan Josh, not the Creamy version served in so many venues currently across Europe. Once it had soaked into the Rice, the Lamb stood out. The Texture of the Meat was such that it was apparent that this had been cooked in a Masala for some time.
I asked for Desi, unfortunately he was not at home
From the start I sensed that something was not right. The Spice Level was approaching the non-existent, ironically, the Seasoning was OK. It was the Flavour, as – One Dimensional – as I have encountered. The Ginger Strips gave the only Diversity. I quickly realised that this – Solitary Flavour – in the Masala was not – Pleasant. The Source? I may never know. There was a slight familiarity, thankfully I have not encountered this often. It is possible the Onions were past their best. An over infusion of Kewra? The taste of Red Food Dye can destroy any Dish.
In what way could this Rogan Josh be considered to be – Desi? In whose – House – would this be served? This was far too – Soupy. I was considering what was – not – in this Curry when the Waiter stopped by to ask the customary question.
It’s OK – I replied.
This he was not expecting. He came closer.
More spice? He offered.
It’s not just a case of – Spice – I told him, – the Curry has one Flavour, no Herbs…
He offered to change it, more than once. I could not eat another Curry, I was already halfway through this one, I had to persevere. I appreciate the sincerity of the offer.
No sooner had he departed when I spotted – Micro Pieces – of a Herb, obviously not enough to tilt the balance of Flavour. I finished the Meat and as much Rice as I could manage. A fair quantity of Masala was left, for The Hector, this was an Unpleasant Curry.
Another Waiter came to clear the table. He offered me a Drink, Coffee, on the house. I had to decline. Hector cannot drink Coffee except when there is a desire to enforce insomnia. Again, I appreciated the offer.
The Bill
€14.80 (£13.00). On any other day, this would have been a Fair Price.
The Aftermath
The Calling Card was given, the Curry-Heute Website shown, my – Curry Expertise – given Credence.
I told this second Waiter that I had not enjoyed their Roghan Josh. My problem with the Curry was outlined. You should ask your Chef what he is – Not – putting in. I listed – Coriander, Cumin, Cardamom, Cinnamon, Fenugreek.
That was not a Good Curry! – was my closing remark.
If any, or all of my listed Ingredients were present in this Roghan Josh, then their Flavours were being masked by whatever did not sit well on the Hector Palate.
I departed, acknowledging the Waiters, it was not their fault.
It is rare for The Hector to find a Curry to be such, the last time was in Glasgow, my home town. I wonder how Obsession of India are doing? Tomorrow is my last Lunchtime in Berlin. It will be back to Swera which impressed last year.
Later this afternoon at the Stone Brewery, Craig ordered – Jindia Pale Ale. We agreed it was horrible, and guess what? It tasted exactly the same as my Roghan Josh at Delhi 6!
Having registered my thoughts on a certain Social Medium, this reply was received from the management:
With all due respect, we apologize that you didn’t like the food and we would live to serve you again and would feel proud to change your mind. However, just because you are challenging the chef about ingredients, i would like to inform you as a chef (which I am sure you would be knowing being an expert) that talking about Indian kitchen and challenging ingredients in a dish could not be justified by any chef or an expert since being a chef we believe cook is an art and we just follow the principles and play with the spices on public demand, which I believe didn’t match your taste.
In any case we find it a failure at our side and that’s why the manager was asked to ask you the same day if we could change the dish upto your taste, however after customers denial we couldnt do anything.
In anycase, we are open to your challenge and would love to challenge you too on your knowledge and expertise publicly on a public platform.
Thanks and regards
Saurabh Arya
Hector will be glad to make contact in advance of the next visit to Berlin. Appetite permitting, I could have accepted another Curry, but not this early in the day.
Today, it was a matter of finding somewhere along the line of the U6. 
For once, the Quantity of Rice was manageable, to mix or not to mix. By mixing the Masala into the Rice, a suitably – Dry Curry – was achieved. The Capsicum was easily rounded up and cast aside. The Masala was too Red and could easily have come from a jar. Surely not? One suspects that a Chilli Sauce was simply added to whatever Masala had been prepared. There was a Sweetness, a sense of Spice, the Seasoning was Fine. The Duck was Soft and required just the right amount of Chewing. The Duck was not Spiced and had no doubt just been introduced to the Masala.
In my best Deutsch, I told Mein Host that I did not eat Capsicum and that none were mentioned in his Menu descriptions. The Calling Card was given, the Website shown. For The Lone Diner seeking a Quick Lunch, Shiwa is ideal.
Hector and Marg are in Oxford for – The Holiday Weekend – with Lord Clive and Lady Maggie of 
Entering Shezan at 21.15, we were greeted by Mein Host who recognised the – Scottish Accent – from the telephone call, a – Friendly Welcome. Two tables were occupied, the place was quiet. Mein Host brought the Menu, he admitted to be being the – Author – so hoped we would enjoy what we would order. That Mein Host is Punjabi was also a bonus, the Source of Hector’s – Favoured Cuisine.
The Menu highlighted – Mughlai Cuisine – therefore acknowledging influences from west of what is now 
We had time to take in the surroundings. The décor gave off the feeling of the Orient coupled with a fine English Dining Room, fitting for Oxford. New arrivals were served, their Drinks supplied, where was ours? Maggie eventually asked a Young Chap serving. A Warm Sparkling Water and a Jug of Water were brought, Ice required. 
The Keema Mutter was presented in the standard Metal Pot. Oil was collecting, quite a lot of Oil, around the periphery of the Mince. The Pea content looked to be Sufficient. The contents were decidedly – Hot – in Temperature, 
Clive was initially restrained in his comments with a – Satisfactory. By the end, he was in a happier place.
This was a Classic Indian Curry with copious Blended Masala. Crushed Garlic Cream Sauce – said the Menu. There was little evidence of – Cream. For most of my life, Rogan Josh has been a Tomato-laden Dish. In the last decade or so, Cream has become the dominant add in. This Rogan Josh was more – Traditional. Marg counted seven pieces of tender Lamb, each of which she had to halve, so a Decent Portion. I took a Soupçon of the Masala, oh yes!
Marg’s words:
Marg’s concern throughout her selection was finding the Cashew Nuts in her Lemon Rice.
Somebody had to order Chicken Korma. It is rare to see Maggie finish a Curry, by avoiding Ballast, she had no problem. As one who eschews Chicken Curry, this Korma appeared to have a Classic Korma Masala, though Maggie never mentioned – Coconut. Six pieces of Chicken were present – some large – remarked Maggie. 
Mein Host was in discussion with other Diners and so we waited patiently for our turn. The Calling Card was presented, conversation followed.
Steve had chosen a table mid-room, in what is quite an elaborate set-up, as much Bar-Lounge they would have you believe. I would have to see it to believe it. The Menus were provided, The Hector already knew what he was having, Europe’s most reliable, dedicated 
Lamb Kadai (35 Zl) with Jeera Pulao (14 Zl) would once upon a time been a very cheap meal, no longer for those of us who are paid in Sterling. Steve spent a few moments studying his options, then out of the blue came Lamb Madras (38 Zl) and a Keema Naan ( 22 Zl). I suppose if he orders the same thing every time, then his comparisons are most valid. Sparkling Water (15 Zl) completed the order. Despite asking for two Bottles, our Waitress suggested one at a time. We humoured her.
The Waitress brought the Sparkling Water:
This is when photos mislead. I had chosen Lamb Kadai based on my previous visit. Although I did not actually have this Dish, it was served with the Thickest and most Minimal of Masala of the various Dishes – The Company – had chosen. What is shown today may be commensurate, however, what was in front of me today was difficult to see. The central part of Buddha Lounge was in virtual darkness, I could not see the detail.
The Ginger Strips gave off most Flavour initially, there did not appear to be much in the way of Flavour in this Curry. The Spice Level was – Fine – however, the Seasoning was definitely – Under – which was restricting the full flow of Flavour. The occasional Cumin Seed from the Rice confirmed that The Hector Palate was not at fault. There was a lot of Lamb, this was a huge meal. The Tender Lamb tasted of – Lamb – a first this week. Things were looking up. Slowly, slowly, the Spice and Seasoning were more noticeable, this Lamb Kadai improved the more one ate, and a fair number of Capsicum Strips had been removed. 
In the end I was left with half a portion of Rice and a pile of Capsicum. How many had I eaten?
Steve was positive from the start. He had what he wanted, no Capsicum here. 
I had to inspect the Keema Naan. For me, it failed, looking too much like Donner Kebap than grains of Keema. Steve, however, was not put off:
Where the whole Naan and the contents of the metal bowl containing the Lamb Madras went to with such speed, puzzles. It was still two hours before my preferred eating time, however, such is the nature of this Trip, Brunch was required. 
There was a variety of Fish Dishes which almost tempted, however, as I appear to be eating only once per day on this trip, I thought Lamb would be the option to provide greater stability. Achari Mutton Curry (Zl 34) would hopefully have more flavour than the bland offering at 
My first Small Bottle of Sparkling Water (Zl 5) did not last long, it’s amazing how Bier of an evening can make one so thirsty. The Young Waiter brought the Mutton Achari and a Generous portion of Rice. The Aroma from the Pickle was quite Powerful, hopes were raised. The Mutton was in double figures, the Masala appeared to be Excessive initially, but given the Quantity of the Meat this was not so. This was decidedly – Mutton – given the required chewing. The Meat gave off no Spice or Flavour, once again a scenario where Meat and Masala were strangers until very recently. 
The Pickle content was not as strong as the Aroma suggested. There was something in this dish I could not identify. I encountered Green Cardamom and could clearly taste the Ginger Strips. The Blended Masala had a slight Creaminess. 
Mein Host approached my table as I had seen him do to all. I was asked the customary question. My reply:
The Menu featured Standard Dishes and one standout – Punjabi Chole – (25.00 Zl). The Hector was not going to refuse a Punjabi Curry. 
The Punjabi Chole looked – Superb – a Thick Masala, in no way Excessive and rich in Chickpeas (Chana/Chole). There was more Rice than I could ever eat. A Side of Grated Onion and Carrots accompanied. With Chunks of Tomato and Toppings of Ginger Strips and Fresh Coriander, I was set for a memorable meal. I had been given what was no more than a Side Plate from which to eat my Curry. 
The Spice level was Moderate, the Seasoning lacking, this was the very definition of – Bland. That I could taste the Ginger, Carrots and not much else means that it was not The Hector Palate that was at fault. The Lamb, some of which was decidedly – Chewy – also offered no Flavour. This Curry was simply lacking. How could something that looked so good offer so little?
Howard arrived and sat opposite, start again.
The Kofta Dehradun arrived in a Large Karahi. It was accompanied by Rice, what appeared to be a Puri, and a Side of chopped Tomato and Cucumber. This was a lot of food, the significantly higher charge may have been justified.
The appearance was decidedly – Meatballs in Soup.
That was good mainstream Curry. The sauce had the right level of spice and seasoning. The standout was the meatballs which had excellent flavour. All it needed was a change in the proportions between the sauce, meatballs and potato. The cucumber and tomato added little, the Naan was bland.
For reasons that will become apparent later in the week, Hector is en route to 
Rizwan was seeing to a Delivery/Takeaway being boxed and going out the back door. As soon as he was free he greeted me with his usual Warm Welcome. This Monday Lunchtime there was only around a half dozen Diners already in situ, more would come.
The Lamb Karahi was photographed – naked – and then – as it should be. To be able to sprinkle as much Chopped Green Chillies and Fresh Coriander as one one wishes is always a treat. To the table….
The Lamb was on-the-bone, I counted Double Figures below my Floral Canopy, enough, more than. The Masala by now appeared – Minimal – any excess having soaked into the Basmati. A Mountain of Rice, I would eat every grain. Even before I took in a Chilli, the Spice Level was – adequate -, with the Chillies, a suitable – Kick – was achieved. Ah, the Seasoning, absolutely – Spot on. The Tender Lamb having sat in the Masala had Flavour to give back, this was – Simple Curry – Superbly cooked. The Seasoning was all, through this the Distinctive Flavour that makes a Curry – Kabana – came through. 
Rizwan sat with me through most of my visit, any other day he would have been far too busy. I had to compliment him on the Fayre. He asked about other discoveries. 
I had to mention the number of hits my photos of the 
First things first, Damo’s never ending World Tour was interrupted last year due to ill health, it is great to have him back, especially having lost fellow CAN member – 
As is the custom in a Curry Blog, there was a visit to a Curry House pre-gig. Somehow two months have passed since I was last at 
Having been recognised and acknowledged by two staff members as I entered, one brought the 
The Fish Karahi was presented in a Bowl, not a Karahi. With Minimal Masala under the Ginger Strips and Fresh Coriander Toppings, this was a Mass of Fish, Masala Fish. 
He tried to make it flaky – said Ahmed as he placed the flat board beside the Curry. Here indeed was a Layered and Flaky Paratha. Served in eight pieces, rather than the Whole which I prefer, this was indeed a Worthy Paratha. Butter-rich with a Balanced Level of Seasoning, this complemented the Fish Karahi. A Chap appeared beside me, a Chef, enquiring as to the efficacy of my Paratha. He informed me that most people prefer their Parathas to be – Crispy – but now that they know how I like mine, this can be accommodated. It pays to be known.
The Fish was served in Batter, something that always puzzles given that whenever I see Masala Fish on sale, it is never thus. Tomato was visible in the Masala Mash, was this another non-Onion-based Masala? It was difficult to tell. The Spice Level was – Fine -, the Seasoning not apparent. After my 
Howard had to collect his ticket, Hector was busy presenting his as Marg spotted Damo squeezing round to the other side of the desk. A one man band – was how Damo accounted for the fact that he himself was selling his merchandise before the gig, and after. We bought a random CD each, does it matter which one? They will all be similar, they will all be totally different, such is the nature of a Damo performance. Marg became the photographer, Howard secured a signed CD and his photo taken with the – CAN legend – on his first encounter. Now for some music.
After the fortnightly shop with The Mother of Hector, it was time for Curry-Heute. 
Chef Habib was out front, not dressed in his usual Black Chef’s Costume, his appearance was quite different. The Display included Aloo Gosht, just what was required. I asked the Young Chap serving for two portions, a Chapatti and one portion of Vegetable Rice. Biryani was on display, but he looked puzzled by my request. Chef Habib nodded, all was well. 
As is the custom at 
The Aloo Gosht was presented in a single Large Karahi, perfect for sharing, it meant a Mother Portion and a Hector Portion could be served with ease. The Vegetable Rice was more than enough for two, Mother can only eat a small amount of Rice. With Carrots, Peas, Onion, Potatoes and Capsicum (!), the Vegetable Rice was a meal in itself. Indeed, Mother was getting stuck into the Rice whilst I completed the photos. The Capsicum was easily removed, thankfully. 
Ten Large Pieces of Tender Lamb, the majority on-the-bone, were accompanied by a similar count of Potato, we had a lot of Curry before us. 
I’ve had better – was Mother’s critical comment. It’s alright. 
The line up this evening at the – Glasgow Royal Concert Hall – was Steve Hackett of course on guitars, accompanied by Roger King (vocals, keyboards), Gary O’Toole (vocals, drums/percussion), Rob Townsend (vocals, saxes, flutes, percussion), Nick Beggs (vocals, bass, twelve string). Nick Beggs, whom I have seen playing with 
The Genesis material aside, my music collection has three Steve Hackett albums out of a possible thirty something. 
The Set-list as posted elsewhere:
Nad Sylvan came on stage in Act II to provide the Gabriel/Collins vocals, though Gary O’Toole handled the vocals for – Blood on the Rooftops – on his own from behind the drum-kit, very Phil Collins. How can a man play an entire set in a suit, collar and tie? Firth of Fifth gave the spotlight to Roger King until the latter part where Steve’s guitar soared. Rob Townsend is a man of many instruments. A key feature of the Genesis material is that his Soprano Sax played the parts which would have been Moog back in the day. 
Being in possession of most of the Genesis albums, it was surprising to hear – Inside and Out -, a track from – Spot The Pigeon – an EP I had never heard of. We were spared Match of the Day, it isn’t, is it? No – Supper’s Ready – this evening, this made way for five tracks from – Wind & Wuthering – which is forty years old this year; the last Genesis studio album to feature Steve Hackett.
There was a change of Gibson Les Paul early in the set, the guitar which we were told once belonged to – Gary Moore – went out of tune. Unlike three years ago when the set was all Genesis songs, the Concert Hall was not a sell-out tonight, the rear-upper seats were empty. Maybe Nick Beggs knows how to fill a venue?
After the intensity of Curry consumed in Bradford this week, Hector was hoping to slip home after the monthly trip to the Staggs (Musselburgh). However, 
As I took my customary exterior photo @20.30, Ayaz, Mein Host, waved from his spot behind the counter. We entered the empty premises and took the preferred table. No Menu, No Discussion, Ayaz recited what we would have. Two Chapattis (70p) was my only contribution to the Order: Lamb Karahi (£7.90) and Aloo Gosht (£6.50). 
A Jug of Water was provided along with the Modest Salad. Mags was willing to use the Downstairs Facility, Ayaz sent her upstairs. An Opperchancity to discuss Ramadan which will be upon us soon. I have never come to 
Whilst we waited, the TV was showing an annual ritual involving dubious music from around Europe. Qaiser, who had just returned from a delivery, brought the Curry.
There was an attempt to make a video on the new Sony in addition to the normal stills, not tonight. Hot and Sizzling, the way it comes at 
The Masala was so different from that seen in Bradford, no blending here, this was the Real Deal. With the Heat and the Spice totally – in your face – care was taken not to overdose on the Chubby Fresh Green Chillies. The Toppings are Magnificent, the now common Ginger Strips present too. 
After the Shahi Kofta at the 
The Potato content looked to be quite Substantial this evening. 
Sometimes, Mags eats half and takes the rest home, not tonight. We both finished all that had been set before us. Ah yes, the Baker in Musselburgh was closed this afternoon. 
Rashid was summoned to the counter. He had to be congratulated, this was Wonderful Curry.