So stunning was the Lamb Chettinad served at the Indian Mango (Zweibrückenstraße 15, 80331, München) two days ago, Hector had to return. As ever Marg would accompany but would breakfast elsewhere. An Exotic Cup of Tea was suggested by Herr Battra, Mein Host, this maintained Marg’s interest. Tea, with milk already added, is not Hector’s Cup of….
The Curry-Heute Test is having impressed Hector once, repeat it. An unfair level of Expectation was now established. Wednesday’s Lamb Chettinad was amongst the Best Curry Dishes ever served to Hector. Today’s was not so well Seasoned and so the impact was lost. The Flavours were correspondingly slightly subdued. This was still Top Quality Curry, but…
Still as Dry as ever, the Masala continues to mystify. How can something so simple be so effective? The Kick was there, the Lamb was just as Tender. The meal just lacked the – Oomph. The Element of Surprise had gone.
The Bill
€19.15. We’ll need to cut down on this Excessive Tea.
The Aftermath
A table for Twenty had been booked at Bräuhaus Tegernsee. It was time to join The Company.
The Dhaba Indisches Restaurant (Belgradstraße 16, 80796, 
En route we passed Deeba, a Pakistani Restaurant, and soon afterwards Indisches Streetfood, both on Barerstrasse which leads towards Schwabing, our objective. The latter will certainly be tried on a future visit, a classic Café, the preferred style.
With white table cloths, this formal atmosphere is not the sort of Indian Restaurant that Hector currently seeks. Still, a quick glance at other sources showed that some hold this venue in the highest regard. The Menu was mostly familiar. The Lamm Karahi listed the inevitable Capsicum. Rather than attempt interfering with this the Rarha Gosht was possibly along the correct lines. Rice would be inclusive.
It was arranged with The Waiter that the Samosa would arrive at the same time as The Main. Complimentary Poppadoms and Dips were provided. The European Poppadoms with embedded Cumin Seeds are always a welcomed site, a Blast! A Soupçon of Lime Pickle would titillate Hector’s Palate a little more.
The Quantity of Tender Lamb was Sufficient. The Masala was thankfully not to excess and had an acceptable Texture; not overtly Thick and Dry, but far removed from Soup. A Decent Onion-based Masala. There was a Modest Kick. With more Rice than a man could eat there was quite a lot to get through. Still more pieces of Capsicum were uncovered, my enjoyment of the majority of this meal was manifesting itself. How good was it really?
The Seasoning and Spice hit the palate instantly. Marg knows the accompanying Hector Facial Expression when Curry Nirvana is attained. These moments are relatively rare. Hector enjoys some High Quality Curry Experiences but there are The Special Moments.
Herr Battra brought the Curry and Inclusive Boiled Rice. The Aroma is Unique, the Curry smells Spicy and Smoky. The Masala is at the Absolute end of Minimal with finely chopped Onion and Chillies. The Seasoning was aided by the Fish itself, the Complexity of the Flavours is simply Astonishing.
On entering 
purposes I had to sample a couple. These and the Chops would make an Excellent Main course.
The Lamb Handi in its distinctive Pot was the first Dish to arrive. By now the Staff were aware of the Photographic Ritual and wanted reminders of the URL of Curry-Heute. Just Google – 
The Lamb Parsi Dansak was the most Soup-like of all the Dishes. The Keema Mutter and Lamb Rara were suitably Dry.
The Modest Lamb Karahi Portion served two days ago was today greatly enhanced. Six Large Pieces of Tender Lamb sat before The Hector, no bones were evident. As each piece had to be broken up, this was now a Substantial Quantity of Lamb. Stewart had a Similar Mass, though a couple of bones were spotted. The Masala was the Thick Mash that one associates with the North-West Frontier was this time set in a much Oilier Base. The Oil was so visible, some would have found it off-putting. The Seasoning was toned-down compared to Thursday, so the Intensity of Flavour was less. Dark Matter pervaded the Hector Masala, was there a Slight Burnt Mass or was this Fruit? Whatever, it gave an Edge. Stewart was now noticing differences between the Two Karahi.
Habib offered us the Traditional Afghan Tea. This too differed from Thursday, a Strainer had been used. Whilst the same Earthy Taste was there, I missed the Cardamoms floating in the Mass of Leaves.
Update November 2016:
The Colour of the Desi Kourma has varied through time, depending on the Duty Chef. Today’s was heading towards Brown. The Karahi was too hot to handle, so was the Bowl of Rice. 
The Rice with Peas and Mushrooms was spooned on to the plate. Special Rice? Ah, the memory of the Vegetable Rice in the Old Days, a Mountain of Rice, Cauliflower, Potatoes, whatever was available, a meal in itself. It is probably this that set me on the path of The Interesting Vegetable.
Entering this afternoon at 15.00, a Young Chap dressed for Restaurant work was standing at the Large Grill area to the right. Kebabs were being cooked under a massive Flue. I advised him that I was told they are open and pointed to the far end of the room where two tables were set. Lamb Karahi was my only utterance thereafter.
Sitting near the corner of the L-shape I could count another six tables. A Chap in Asian Dress sat barefoot on the Dais which was opposite the Bar. He appeared to be the source of the music, a transistor. I became intrigued, there was no movement from him, and no interaction with the various people who passed through. Was this a Customer, who was this Mystery Man? The Kebabs were for him. He ate on the floor of the Dais.
A Large Round Plain Naan accompanied a Plate with Five Large Pieces of Lamb on-the-bone. The Masala was going to be the key to this Karahi. 
The Seasoning was right on the Limits of Tolerance. The Salt let the Flavours shine through. The Lamb was Tender but still required a decent chew. With no dignity at all, the Lamb was gnawed from the Bone. Such a joyful way to eat. Five Pieces, not normally enough, this was filling.
The Naan differed from the Soft-Puffy style, that one hopes for. Just over half was used. That Bread is served with the Lamb Chops suggests that avoiding Bread-overkill is something one may have to watch.
Introductions were made. Mein Host is Habib, it was his parents I met yesterday. Sufi has been opened a month but is making slow progress. They hope to be fully resplendent by the end of the current holidays. I congratulated Habib on the Courage of his Chef who prepared such a well-seasoned Karahi. Habib had not sampled it. The Chef is from a Big City Restaurant. One wonders if he has been previously held back from preparing such a joyous dish?
Shkoor placed the Large Karahi in the middle of the table – Are you bringing out Dr. Stan’s?
With the bone content it is possible for two to share this, just. Sublime.
Mr Anwar Sr. came over for a chat. I put it to him that one could not eat such a Rich Curry everyday. He agreed. He spoke of – diluting – the Meat with an Array of Vegetables, but not Potatoes. Dr. Stan has agreed that next time will will order a Kilo of Daddy’s Karahi.
Today began with an early rise in Reykjavik. A final cup of the always pleasing Icelandic coffee at 04.45 preceded the journey to Keflavik Airport and the surprisingly short flight back to Glasgow. Before meeting up with The Chaps, there had to be Curry. The 
The Modest Salad was accompanied by the Raita which made it an attractive prospect. For the first time in a while, Hector tore into the Salad. A truly awful Bollywood Movie was playing on the TV. Under the TV is the Menu Board, time to study this, self-distraction.
Slices of Large Green Chillies gave the Masala a Serious Kick. The Chapatti enabled the scooping of this Wonderful Mash rich in Ginger, Onion and Tomato. The Seasoning permitted the full Blend of Flavours to emerge. Alternating between Masala and Meat progress was made through the Feast. The Vegetable Oil collected on the base of the Karahi , dipping into this, another Source of Pleasure. The best thing about going away is coming home. This Curry was Sheer Joy.
The downstairs toilet has been given a new coat of paint. With the hand dryer this is now a place one might permit a lady to use. Well done.