Regular trips to the capital ceased when Monty’s – the only bar in Edinburgh – closed.
Getting a posse together to justify a visit to Rustom Restaurant (2 Grosvenor St, Edinburgh EH12 5EG) has, until today, proved to be impossible for some years. Marg’s long time friend, Alison, who appeared in these pages in the first Curry-Heute review posted in New Zealand, Des Traditions (Auckland), is here on vacation with her entire troupe. Husband, Steve, has of course appeared in the saga of last year’s – Around The World in 80 Days. For reasons, hockey related, Wendy and Peter made up the table for six at 15.00.
Sunni, who was mostly in the background today, later I realised he has regrown his beard. There was no sign of Yasi, instead, Ajeet was very much to the fore.
Somehow, we ended up at the same table I have occupied on most of my previous visits in company. I managed to avoid having the soon to set, but still brilliant, sunshine blinding my eyes.
Do you want Poppadoms?
No – was the Hector’s very audible reply. However, Alison would eventually order one Poppadom (£1.00). The four Scots at the table are well are of this game, we refused to play.
Drinks were sorted, a large bottle of Sparkling Water (£4.95) would serve three of us. Wendy asked for Soda & Lime (£1.95) without ice. The two other chaps ordered booze: Peter a Cobra (£5.50), or two, Steve, a large glass of Merlot (£7.95).
The Soda & Lime arrived with ice and was duly returned. The correct drink came along with the error. The latter was offered to the table, Marg accepted.
Do you want Poppadoms? – Ajeet was still trying when he came to take the food Order. When he reached my end of the table, the question was repeated, and again when he went back to discuss Alison’s dietary requirements.
That’s four times you’ve asked – I pointed out, again audibly.
If they want us to have Poppadoms, bring them, and don’t think of charging us. How much are we going to spend here today?
Having previously agreed that Marg and I would be sharing the kilo of Lamb Karahi (£29.95) from the – Desi Khana – section of the menu, we did not need a Starter. But, given the advised thirty minute wait for this creation, – we could share a Starter. Marg and Wendy appeared to have a tacit understanding that – sharing – was the way ahead. This only works: a) if there’s enough to share, b) one actually wants what others order.
A Vegetable Pakora (£3.95) was our choice. A fiver for a Samosa, they’re having a laugh. Having dismissed the Lamb Keema Samosa (£4.95) because it was a portion of – one – despite the wording on the menu suggesting otherwise, Wendy and Peter were having something they had never experienced before: Gol Gappa (£5.95). Gol Gappa, aka – Pani Puri – I have had, a few times, and never paid for, an amuse bouche.
That was clearly the end of – the sharing. Alison ordered an honourable Seekh Kebab (£5.95), and given Steve’s eventual choice of main course, a surprising Tandoori Chicken (£5.95).
Indeed, Steve’s choice of main was Chicken Shaslik, playing it safe, not a Curry. Peter too avoided – Curry – and went for Lahori Lamb Tikka (£14.95). This is something I feel I should consider having in Europe, to avoid the disappointment of Mainstream Euro-Curry-Shorva. But then, how would I establish the latter unless I take the risk?
Alison chose Chicken Bhuna, having discussed, again, her dietary options with Ajeet. Wendy went for Lamb Pathia (£13.95). Despite all that is written in these pages denigrating – Chicken Curry – Patia, is one Curry I find which does not work so well with Lamb.
It was Marg who actually ordered the kilo of Lamb Karahi on-the-bone, a first. There was no call then for – extra Desi. Peter declared his intention to have a Nan (£3.95), I persuaded Marg that we should share one also. £2.50 for a single Chapatti was not on. Alison and Wendy both ordered Pilau Rice (£3.95).
The two other tables, originally occupied, were soon free, an opperchancity to take a couple of photos of the room. A somewhat chilly room, Alison would keep her coat on throughout our stay, but then she has left the New Zealand summer behind.
Gol Gappa
Wendy hadn’t expected a cold Starter and reckoned this should have been made clearer on the menu. Had she be more familiar with a well known and reliable Curry Blog, this could have been ascertained, else she could have asked the person sitting diagonally opposite.
Four shells containing Chickpea and Potato were accompanied by a Tamarind Sauce. A tasty novelty is always how I have had Pani Puri. Paying six quid for four, customer’s choice. Peter offered a few words, having let him off the hook recently, it was time to record his thoughts:
The first time I’ve had Gol Gappa, the flavours were a good combination of spices.
Vegetable Pakora
Five pieces, modest or miserly? By the time Marg wheeched two and placed them on the plate with the Gol Gappa, there wasn’t much for the Hector to sample. Two pieces eventually came my way. They appeared to have been double fried, as is the norm. Spicy, well Seasoned, moreish.
In terms of Vegetable Pakora, the Hector has been spoiled, too often, by Delhi Darbar (Dumbarton). Now, they serve a decent portion of Pakora.
Seekh Kebab
The two Chicken Kebabs were devoured by Alison, who was clearly enjoying her selection. There was a – thumbs up – from the far end of the table. This was a better value Starter than the two above.
Tandoori Chicken
Due to his dietary restriction, it was safer for Steve to leave the accompanying Raita alone. Using the utensils, Steve set about dissecting his piece of Chicken. Well fired, with a Spicy coating, this went down well.
There was an appropriate wait between courses.
Hot plates, cold room – was noted as the dinner plates arrived. Six diners, five mains, it’s a pity there’s no video of the food being presented. The various dishes were assembled on a tray brought to the side of the table. Each had a lid, to preserve the sense of occasion. Three (!) portions of Pilau were presented, enough for all those who desired Rice.
The Naan was served whole, and in the style the Hector seeks. Both a good size, risen puffy, blistered, only the lack of a Buttery Sheen stopped this being the perfect Tandoori Naan. But a scrap would remain at the end, so, certainly enjoyed.
Let’s get the – Chicken – out of the way first.
Chicken Shaslik
The Chicken Tikka sat on a bed of sizzling Onions. To fill out the platter, halved Tomatoes and large wedges of both Yellow and Green Capsicum were a stand out. A karahi with a Shorva-Masala accompanied. Again, Steve thought it better to ignore this.
There was a lot to get through. The Capsicum did not look out of place here, but I have to admit to being amused when Steve decided to abandon quite a few pieces. With greater familiarity, I would have stretched across and helped Steve with the abandoned Tomato. Steve:
It was a good range of vegetables, and it was tasty. Very enjoyable.
Chicken Bhuna
How was this a – Bhuna? The Masala may have had a sense of viscosity, but there was way too much of it. Bhuna is what led the Hector towards – Dry Curry – all those decades ago in Vinicombe Street (Glasgow). Had I been served this there would have been questions asked. My tuppence worth is written, however, it was Alison who has the verdict:
Very tasty, great blend of spice.
A Chicken Curry then. People keep ordering it.
Lahori Lamb Tikka
Nine large pieces of Lamb Tikka sat atop a bed of sizzling Onions. No Ballast here. I had to assume that Peter too received a karahi with Shorva-Masala. There was a spare at my end of the table if he required more.
The Hector could have done damage here, this looked wonderful, an intensity of Flavour, understood. I feel a mixed Tandoori coming soon. And the joy is, anyone can do this, any cafe/restaurant with a Tandoor. Peter:
The meat was tender, the curry sauce had a tingle in the mouth. Not too spicy. The Naan was freshly made.
Lamb Pathia
The red Masala, as Soupy as a Curry can be, the pieces of Meat resembling Channel Swimmers, lost at sea. It was what it was. Patia can be very tasty, and even the Hector occasionally succumbs to cooking this. The posted – Patia recipe – never fails to impress.
Wendy was also encouraged to sample the Masala in the Lamb Karahi and pronounced hers to be better:
For me, it was the best Patia I’ve ever had. It was lovely. I asked him to make it milder, it was perfect for me. No heat, but perfect. The lamb was tender.
We all have different tastes.
And now for the main event.
Lamb Karahi – the kilo – on-the-bone
A sprinkling of Coriander plus Ginger Strips topped the Karahi. Large pieces of Meat, it was impossible to judge the bone content at the start. I’ve seen – larger kilos – and given the ease with which Marg and I took care of this one, the quantity was not a challenge. I must point out that the price of – the kilo – at Rustom is significantly lower than what one currently pays in the West.
The Masala had the Texture associated with being Tomato-based, the telltale Tomato Seeds were not spotted. The Thick Masala shrouded the Meat, there was no Oily residue, healthy eating or what?
Cumin came through in the melange of Flavours. Dry, Earthy, this was delightful eating. Tender, tasty, as the Meat was, it was not giving back the depth of Flavour as, dare I say it, my favourite Glasgow Curry outlets offer. No Sucky Bones here, what I took to be Chops were present. Did I enjoy it? Of course! Desi Karahi is always to be savoured.
Ajeet was keen to take the empty karahi away. This I stalled until the end game was photographed.
I may have to lick the karahi – kept him at bay. Marg, who, unusually, had also taken some of the Rice, had her say:
A dry Curry with tender lamb in a rich and thick masala. The lamb broke into smaller pieces and I added Rice and used the fresh, crisp Naan to eat the food. A good spice level and I was always ready for more. Very enjoyable.
Between us, we had covered a fair part of the menu. More items to be added to the Rustom Restaurant page.
The Bill
£151.70 Six diners, good value overall.
The Aftermath
With Sunni still in the background today, I was determined to mark the visit and so gave a Calling Card to Ajeet. This was the required trigger, Sunni was soon in attendance.
I related how Marg and I had promised to visit some four to five years ago when my Dear Lady was invited to Holyrood for a Royal Garden Party. Then Covid hit…
The temperature of the room had to be mentioned. Apparently, they had turned the heating off earlier. With the sun shining directly into the building, the place had been sweltering, Sunni assured us.
Yasi, I was told, has left Rustom and now runs a chain of six Takeaway outlets across Central Scotland. No names/places were given.
Business here remains healthy, despite the reported opening of quite a few more Punjabi Curry Houses in Edinburgh. These I shall have to track down, which could take years given how rarely I am through here.
Still, few places I suspect, will be serving proper Karahi Gosht. I dropped – Namkeen – into the conversation. It can be served at Rustom on request, so why not add to their menu?
Fish Karahi (£13.95), never had it here, I’ll be back.
Ayr, a somewhat spontaneously chosen locus to bring in the bells. The Hector was charged with finding somewhere suitable with only a few days notice. It is twelve years plus, since Marg and Hector last set foot in this once famous seaside resort, now identifying as a – university city. Then it was 
Priya – Authentic Indian Kitchen (
Entering the restaurant at 18.00, a family of five, including the obligatory – wean – was in situ. Two other groups would subsequently arrive which restricted photographic coverage of the interior. A long, narrow room, the bar is on the far right, the kitchen at the end. Marg could see four people working there. One sported a turban, two were indigenous – British.
The waitress brought the menu and took the drinks order: a 750ml bottle of Sparkling Water (£3.25). A decent price. 
As is oft the case, Hector’s choice of – Authentic Curry – was already known: Methi Gosht (£11.95). Marg opted for Rara Gosht (£11.95). 
The other table was tucking in to their Poppadoms etc. whilst we all waited for our mains. Meanwhile, the wean was conducting experiments with gravity and also converting potential energy into kinetic. 
The Naan was an absolute delight. Large, served whole, tear shaped, risen, puffy, blisters, this was a Naan! With so many interpretations of the flatbread served as – Naan, perhaps it’s about time we had a specific name for this perfect example of the genre? Tandoori Naan no longer feels enough.
The medium-sized karahi was packed full of decent-sized pieces of meat. On reaching double figures there was no doubting that – the third Dish – would not be required. Being a Mainstream Curry House, I was confident that this Methi Gosht would be in my preferred style. Here was a Masala rich in Herb, not the – Desi – Herb Mash lacking in actual Masala. For once, Mainstream wins. Being a UK Curry House, there was no sign of the Cream which is common across Europe. 
Ah, the taste of Methi, glorious. There was a huge Herb blast. Gone are the days when the Hector would ask for every Curry to be topped with Dry Methi. Perhaps these should return? A standard addition to the – foliage. 
The Spice Level took me by surprise, and kept building. Some might not have been comfortable with this. The Seasoning was neither intrusive or lacking, well pitched. 
With a tingly tongue, the Spice still built as I ate. The combination of Mushroom Rice, Naan, Methi-rich Masala Mash and Meat, was a joy to eat. When the waitress checked on our progress/enjoyment, – Excellent – was declared.
Topped with Coriander leaves and stems, this Curry presented as – Thick – as Curry can be, the antithesis of the Shorva which too many accept as – Curry. Such was the quantity of the Meat and Keema in the karahi, the Masala had to be minimal, an elegant sufficiency. 
A Soupçon crossed the table. Umami! The Meaty blast was certainly pronounced. There was nothing here not to like, but if one likes Methi, then Hector’s Curry should still entice. Marg offered a word, or ten:
I was ready for my food. These tender pieces of lamb with minced lamb was a perfect combination. The sauce was rich and full of flavour. The Mushroom Rice gave me different textures and added more vegetables to the dish. The Naan was light and crispy and allowed me to scoop up the Keema and sauce. A very enjoyable dish. 
As the table was cleared, so Marg asked for Masala Tea. The waitress looked puzzled. Chai – I proffered.
The Bill
In a departure from the oft wedged Cumin Seed, this evening, it was pieces of Herb which eventually dislodged. Methi, man. 
Not for the first time in these pages, the saga is being told of Hector being invited to dinner and bring the food, cooked of course. A change from last week when Marg had me cook – Lasagne – for four – and btw, you won’t want to come, it’ll be all hockey talk. 
On the eve of Marg’s favourite festive day, the afternoon was spent preparing all this: 
With all three requiring Onions, cue the bags of frozen, nay tears. However, they are saturated on defrosting, the water has to be boiled off, and once added to hot Oil, they are a bu**er to turn to pulp. 
Marg enthused about the naked Masala, it had a – kick – but was considered to be – not too Spicy for Wendy. There was more to come.
To me, the intensity of Flavour, even after the Cream had been added, was beyond anything I have ever been served in a restaurant. Creamy Curry does not have to be – bland.
Across the river, the Mushrooms and Salmon were finally added after the Masala was fully reheated. The final outcome was a seriously viscous Masala, full of Flavour, complemented by the Salmon, the Mushrooms added further –
The recipe stated that the Cauliflower should be added minutes before the Potato. Why so long? Cauliflower usually cooks in next to no time. The Potatoes were par-boiled, a lesson I have learned, the hard way. 
As the news spreads of the wonder that is the Lamb Lahori Karahi (£13.00 – large), served – on-the-bone – at 
Marg, who was not having 
A Chapatti (£1.00) for Marg, and two Tandoori Nan (£1.50) completed the food Order. As I fetched gasses of water, so Stewart asked for a Can. 
Arshad held aloft a ready portion of Nihari Lahori Style (£10.00). 
The presentation of the large karahi was a wondrous moment. How long have they had this tucked away? Two large portions, near enough the kilo, and remember the price. The abundant Meat, topped with Ginger Strips, protruded from the rich Masala. 
With the key ingredient of the – foliage – now added, it was a game of two halves. 
Meanwhile, Hector had had his Bread quota and was inviting Stewart to clear up. With his plate wiped clean, Stewart took care of the remnants in the karahi, nothing wasted. Stewart:
Chicken Mince, finely chopped Onion, and plenty of Potato pieces, without needless Masala, and not a trace of Oil, this was a classic Desi – Aloo Keema. A Soupçon came Hector’s way. Given that I was eating 
Chicken Mince with plenty potatoes. Full of flavour with a spicy kick. A good helping which complimented the Chapatti. Did not manage to finish the bread. Half way through, arrived a dish of freshly chopped coriander. This added a lovely blast of coriander to the meal.
Green Gates (285 Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow G2 3HQ) recently took over the premises occupied by 
The waiter brought two menus, the – Lunch (£10.95) – and the – Pre Theatre (£13.95). The main menu was available also, I was informed, but I had already decided to go – cheap – today after recent excesses. The Hector cannot support all of Glasgow alone. 
During the wait, I fetched the main menu. Hadiwala Gosht (£14.95) is served – on-the-bone. Lamb Kadhai (£14.55) made no mention of the – 
As I took in the new surroundings, there was clearly much space opposite the bar. More tables could be added, as and when. The musak was different too. Given the time of year, respite from the usual nonsense, today, Disco-Schlager Musik. Dig it, man.
A chap appeared from the kitchen bearing the complimentary amuse-bouche which is a feature of 
Four, decent sized pieces of Pakora were accompanied by an Onion, Olive and Bean Garnish, a pot of Chilli Sauce and a slice of Lemon. A meticulous presentation, I wasn’t sure where the Lemon fitted in. 
The Pakora did not appear to have been double fried, the exterior was a stimulating change. Featuring Onion and Potato, this was suitably filling. Why does mainland Europe get Vegetable Pakora so wrong? The Chilli Sauce was not too Sweet. 
Behold the Naan! The Plain Naan (normally £3.25) was exactly what the Hector seeks. Served whole, the tear shape confirming it had come for the Tandoor, thin, risen, big puffy blisters, the buttery sheen. This was worth the entrance money alone. 
A Tapas-sized handi, one cannot expect the full portion in a Lunch Menu. Normally, I would eat directly from the handi, but given this was visit #1, I decided to turn out the contents on to the heated plate provided. 
Five pieces of Meat, eight pieces of Potato, sat atop the Thickest of Masalas. Finely chopped Onion and Garlic permeated the Masala, as hard as I looked, I saw no Tomato Seeds. I believe I did see pulped Meat in the Masala. The yellow colouring in the Potato suggested it had been given a chance to absorb the Spice. 
The Spice Level was decidedly – medium, the Seasoning was not in one’s face, but certainly sufficient. The Tenderest of Lamb, I found the interior somewhat Dry and not giving back the Spice. In these pages, this is what identifies the Mainstream over Desi. The Potato, however, had done its job, and was why I had opted for this Curry. Here was the full Flavour of the Masala. There was hardly a trace of Oil. 
Having consumed way more Bread than was proportionate to the quantity of Curry, I admit to struggling with the final pieces of Meat. The Dry-ness may therefore have be down to the Hector palate. 
No Calling Card, Mein Host was well aware of my presence. I remarked on the new décor to the waiter, the removal of the mirrors and told of Marg marching into the kitchen because she had lost her bearings due to the multiple reflections. 
The sweep of the Southside Curry Cafes continues. Fast food was required before a 17.00 rendezvous in Strathbungo. Tandoori Grill House (170 Darnley St, Pollokshields, Glasgow G41) was
Arriving at 16.00, a chap was at the counter ordering what sounded like a massive Takeaway, there was a bit of haggling when he returned to collect it. Daal was the only Curry on display. I asked Mein Host what Curry was ready – Keema & Potato and Tarka Daal – was the reply.
Mysteriously, there was an ongoing conversation in the kitchen, a second staff member, never seen, not even when I went up to pay. Mein Host brought the food to the table. Proper crockery, 
The Wholemeal Chapatti was served – whole. Unusually, I would eat every morsel.
The food was served piping hot, always a plus. A modest portion, enough. With no needless Masala, this was moist enough. The traces of Oil on the base of the plate were well within acceptable parameters. Chicken Mince, much more common than Lamb Mince in these parts. The small-cut Potatoes seemed plentiful, stained yellow, they appeared to have absorbed the Spice. 
somewhat subdued. Tomato skins were one of the visible remnants of whatever went into the Masala. A leaf and stem, or was it a thin piece of Cinnamon Bark, were also revealed. Whole Spices, the mark of a true Desi Curry. 
The Bill
A Monday Curry, 
I was assured it will return in January. This aside, I didn’t see anything different from the 
I had recorded a gap of fifteen minutes since placing the Order, respectable, who wants a rushed job? Pratap appeared with a bowl of Soup – from the Chef.
Behold a Hot and Spicy Shorva with pieces of Chicken, Sweetcorn, and Carrot. Whilst there was a hint of the gelatinous texture one finds in Hot & Sour Soup, the cornflour here had not been overdone. The Flavours were decidedly Indian Spice. 
The Vegetable Rice was as described. What seemed like a sensible portion would become more than I could manage given the quantity of what accompanied. 
This was a work of art. Ginger Strips, Coriander and Onion topped a pyramid of Lamb Chops shrouded in the thickest of Masalas. Three, large, thick, chunky Chops. Only three, but these were complemented by a further three large pieces of boneless Lamb. This was quite a portion. 
With the Meat and Masala arranged over the Vegetable Rice, it became a matter of how to eat this. Maybe a Chapatti would have been a better accompaniment. It did seem a bit strange approaching Chops with Rice. With the added Vegetables there was a lot going on here. 
The Seasoning in the Masala stood out. Correspondingly, the full Flavours of the Masala were revealed. Intense west Asian Spice here, meeting the eastern Flavoured Rice, a new experience.
Pratap acknowledged the volume as he came to clear the table, an opperchancity to praise his creation and my unwitting ordering of – east meets west. 
A trip to Aberdeen in December, ganz normal. However, this year, a bit earlier, and Marg wants me back in January. So it goes.
In a repeat of 
Fortunately, Marg spotted their Bill being paid, they were soon away. Six weans, tomorrow’s family gathering will feature eight toddlers, bring it on. A grumpy old man – is how Marg describes me. I used to get paid to tolerate kids, now I’m not. In passing, I’ll drop in that a former pupil is now the Chairman at Ibrox. 
Curry, despite the attractive range of Desi Dishes on offer, the Hector was not missing out on the Fish Karahi (£11.95). There are so few venues across the UK that serve Fish Karahi in what I can call – 
Hot dinner plates were presented, I also noted that the plates on which the food was served were also heated. Crucial in December, and this follows on from comments made in recent outings in Glasgow. 
Topped with Ginger Strips and a modest sprinkling of Coriander, the Masala was Thick, Minimal, classic Punjabi Karahi. The only trace of Oil would be found at the base of the handi. There was a sufficiency of White Fish which had retained its integrity. However, the Hector would soon flake this to transform the Curry into something more similar to that served at 
The Texture of the Fish was spot on, no rubbery nonsense here. The Spice Level was well pitched, enough to make its presence known, never a challenge. No Green Chillies added. That this was a Fish Curry was not in doubt, too often I have to report otherwise. The Seasoning could have been braver. More would have put this Curry into the stratosphere, today, I settled for the troposphere. A damn fine Fish Karahi, every morsel of Curry and Rice was consumed. 
Identical Toppings, spot the Sucky Bone. The Masala looked wonderful, again Thick and not excessive. A Soupçon of Lamb crossed the table. Tender Meat, but without the Masala, dry. Come on, Hector, Dry Curry is what these pages celebrate. 
With the full handi and no Bones, there could well have been even more eating here. As I got to taste neither, I cannot comment on any difference between the Masala here and above. Still, with the quantity of solids protruding, the ratio Meat to Masala appeared to be fitting for a – Bhuna. Meat & Mushroom Vindaloo – Hector’s #1 Curry in the 1970s. Euan’s combination today was not far away from this. 
I was not sure what to select, given 
Somehow, three months have passed since Hector had Desi Lamb (£12.95) served on-the-bone at 
There was no sign of Vini, Mein Host, today, instead, a young waitress would take of us. Our usual corner table was selected. The offer of switching on the fan heater was gratefully accepted, a cold room, and as Marg observed, not helped by the large window behind me. 
Glasses of tap water were arranged whilst we studied the 
It was the equivalent Starter, served many years ago across the road at 
A Soupçon crossed the table. The potent combination of Fish and Citrus impressed, very tasty. The quantity was pitiful. I showed Marg a 
Decided to try this instead of Fish Pakora. A good sized (eh?) haddock arrived wrapped in foil and full of spices. I scraped it onto my plate and enjoyed the fish with my side salad of small tomatoes, onion, cucumber and 
Topped with Ginger Strips and whole Green Chillies cut lengthways, the rich, dark brown, blended Masala looked stunning. The viscosity impressed. Curry, not Karahi, there was still a strong resemblance to what is served as – Karahi – at the wonderful
The Seasoning was perfection, consequently, the complexity of the Flavours was revealed. The Spice Level was no more than – medium – but on taking in a Chilli, this rang a bell or two. The waitress came over to enquire if the Spice Level suited. 
As with 
Despite being December 2
Instead, Marg and Hector took their £Curry to New Cafe Reeshah (455 Shields Road, Pollokshields, Glasgow G41 1NP) for a 13.30 Lamb Lahori Karahi (£13.00) – large. There was a phone-call at noon, firstly to verify they were open, as if, but more importantly, to guarantee the availability of the truly outstanding Desi Karahi served on-the-bone. 
Both Breads were served whole. Pleasing, a standard that Curry-Heute is trying to establish. It’s so much more satisfying tearing one’s own Bread apart. The Wholemeal Chapatti was huge, and just how Marg likes them. The Naan had a massive blister, was therefore well risen, light and fluffy. An excellent Naan. 
The Meat count reached double figures, I suspect the portion may have been somewhere between standard and large. We both had a Sucky Bone, always a treat and the sign of quality Meat. Such simple things can makes one’s day. 
Peppery – was Marg’s immediate reaction. This is what she particularly likes, not a huge Chilli hit. Hence, her usual declaration, for once, was not apposite. 
A good helping of tender meat both on and off the bone. Easy to eat and easy to enjoy. A thin but flavoursome sauce allowed me to justify the wholemeal Chapatti. Overall, a lovely peppery taste with different spices left in the mouth afterwards. A wonderful experience. 
The only negative was the temperature of the room resulting in tepid food by the end of eating. But hey-ho, this is a Takeaway establishment, not a restaurant. It’s a privilege to be permitted to sit here and enjoy the food at source. 
Arshad informed me that they have Nihari available every other day. I was assured the Masala was not too thin. The Hector will have his Nihari, one day. He then pointed to a ready portion of Paya, not for me, nor is Haleem, I informed him. The Aloo Keema on display did look inviting. There may only be a small range of – Desi Curry – containers on display, however, it appears there is always going to be something of interest on offer here.