The monthly visit to The Staggs traditionally ends with a visit to the New Karahi Palace (51-53 Nelson Street, Tradeston, Glasgow, G5 8DZ). That we used the Cross-Country route to avoid queues at Glasgow Queen St (something to do with a sporting event near Haymarket) meant we returned to Glasgow Central. So no Subway, Mags would join Hector though I suspected she was really after a Takeaway.
Ayaz, Mein Host, was walking towards us as we entered with a Karahi Gosht in each hand. Is that for us? The Curry was taken upstairs to the restaurant. Rashid, The Chef, is still on vacation, he returns on Wednesday. The Stand-in Chef has produced Karahi worthy of celebration in the intervening weeks.
My Usual, and an Aloo Gosht. The order was spoken to Ayaz from our table in the downstairs Café area. Ayaz consulted the Chef and then announced that they had virtually sold out. He could do Two Portions of Aloo Gosht Karahi. More Potatoes for Hector, and a First Experience at this venue of the Curry which Mags raves about. Yesterday she considered the Yadgar equivalent as having – the edge. Back on home territory, what would be her verdict tonight?
The Modest Salad was photographed as part of the Curry-Heute Ritual, one wonders why they bother.
It’s February, there is still a chill in the air. The steam rising from the Karahi (yes, I know it’s water vapour!) mucked up the first attempt at photographic record. Wafts of vapour appear in below-right too.
This Curry was Piping Hot, we had to let it cool before the enjoyment could begin. If this was a case of what could be rustled up, then Gosh! Lamb Chops and Boneless Lamb featured along with a Sufficiency of Potatoes. The Customary Karahi Palace Mash-Masala at the base of the Karahi was up to its usual (high) standard. Tailored to the Hector-tastebuds with Methi and Seasoning, oh yes.
Mags had planned a Takeaway and so saved more than half. She assured me it would be even better tomorrow.
Mags was caught in two minds, or between Two Curry Houses.
This is possibly the best Aloo Gosht in town, it’s lighter. I’m not insulting Yadgar.
Two interpretations of the same Dish, both outstanding. Is there a need to compare. Enjoy them both!
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£17.40. Divide this in two. Yes, this is how Hector can afford to eat out.
The Aftermath
There was a lot of chatter on a certain media website. It looks as though Mr. Snax may finally be tempted to join Hector at the New Karahi Palace. He will not be disappointed.
Dinner tomorrow, ah Lamb for roasting. Can one eat too much Lamb?
We thoroughly enjoyed the 
From the first mouthful Hector was taken to – that Special Curry Place. One has been trying to describe the Pleasure that is 
There was an outburst of Mmmm- fantastic on my right. Dr. Stan was loving it. With the subtlest of Sweet and just a hint of a Creamy Texture, the Goshat Karahi is Dining Heaven. The Lamb on-the-bone separates so easily, the Joy of Glasgow Curry, 
Meanwhile Across The Table
The monthly RSGS lecture at the Victoria Halls is always preceded by a Curry, traditionally at the 
There was a sufficient gap between Starters and Mains, a Couple took seats on the Dias where I usually sit when dining alone. Four Seated Customers, however the Takeaway Trade was brisk.
Both Karahi and Plates were cleared, – pleasant – was Steve’s take. Our last Curry outings together were in 
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her comment about Food Colouring, who has trained her in this way of thinking?
I thought it was lovely, a nice kick, a rich masala with a good texture. There was a slight sweetness, I thought there was cinnamon at first, but then, no.
The Aloo Methi Gosht was certainly Dry and Thick. As before I had to dig beneath the more obvious Potatoes to find the Lamb, more than enough. I was distracted when the Keema Paratha arrived, was this in the Preferred Style?
And so for the Aloo Methi Gosht. There was a Thick, Leafy Masala giving off an almost Musky, but certainly Earthy Flavour. The Lamb was served in relatively Large Pieces, although Tender, there was an appropriate amount of chewing required, far from the dreaded pulp. The Potato served sufficiently as the Interesting Vegetable, this was a worthy Curry to set before The Hector.
Four Lamb Chops served with a Salad, hold me back. Marg had been presented with Two Poppadoms, Two Portions of Spiced Onion and Something along with the required Mango Chutney. The Onions travelled west. Four Lamb Chops, Salad, oops Marg snaffled some of this, and the Spiced Onions. The Chops were cooked through – Durch – I told Asfand that these were the best Lamb Chops I had ever been served at Akbar’s. Succulent, and well Spiced, the quantity was enough to satisfy without fear of excess. Tracy doesn’t eat Lamb, so the story goes. She dispatched her Lamb Chops like a professional. Alan suggested that next time we dine at Helensburgh’s 
Alan noted that Asfand did not give us a time for the Mains. It is a Saturday night, the place was stowed. The piped music was occasionally interrupted by Happy Birthday. 
Marg’s Karahi Fish looked the genuine Bradford Curry. The Fish was cut into small shreds, the Masala was Dark, Thick, of course I sampled this. That a Doggy Bad was necessary says something about the quantity. This has also given Hector a chance to appreciate the Dish. A wonderful Kick, the something special that Fish adds to Curry. Hector may be sneaking out for Karahi Fish soonest.
The Karahi Gosht was a disappointment, yet so much of the experience was as desired. The Seasoning hit first, a plus. The Spice level was also spot on, so why the disappointment? The Bradford – Wow! – was not there. The Lamb was cut small, in the Bradford way. The Lamb was both Tender but slightly Chewy. The Masala was Dry and Thick as expected, dipped with the Flaky Paratha this was fine, but…
Concluding the exchange of pleasantries with Manoj, Hector announced – Let’s eat Curry. I had to ask for a recommendation and was directed to the Masala Zing Desi Style section, the Desi Handi stood out. At £10.95 this is a bit steep. Perhaps they should reconsider the base price of The Mains this side of Charing Cross. A Paratha would accompany. No Rice this time.
The Paratha was Perfection, Flaky, exactly how I like it. The First Dip in the Masala took me back a couple of years. This was still very much in the 
Nasif, one of the three behind 
Manoj and Nasif were happy to pose outside under the new livery. It was agreed next visit I shall try the Achari Gosht. There most certainly shall be a next time, the Desi Section of the Menu is extensive, affordable Fish too. I must meet Chef Akhtar again.
Hector is home, most of The Company are at the Derby Beer Festival this weekend, leaving Jonathan to join Hector for Curry-Heute, where else but the 
Karela, Salt, Methi, Spicy.
From behind the counter, Ayaz looked across and nodded once. In reply I nodded three times. He knows.
Seating around forty, 
The Combo’s Masala was more abundant, from the Lamb Curry that used to be Chicken. The Keema Mutter set before me was as Dry as it should be. The Ginger Strips spread on top alternated with another Vegetable. Slivers of 
I handed over the Calling Card and received three in exchange. 
On his Bus Tour yesterday, Steve’s Guide had highlighted the growing Indian presence in the area south west of Omonia. These venues are not where one would go – To Dine – but for Lunch they are ideal, and decidedly cheap.
Two Black cast iron karahi were placed on the gas stove, a Chef was seen stirring away. Promising. Two fellow diners had three Samosas each. We watched as trays were assembled on the counter with wooden bases for the karahi, Salad and Raita. Quartered Naans were placed and finally the Karahi. Mein Host was happy to pose enabling the moment of anticipation to be captured.
From the moment the tray was placed before the Hector, I knew. The first dip of the substantial Aloo Naan revealed Cloves in perfect harmony with the Masala. Flavours burst on to the palate. This was joyous. As I ate so the pleasure simply increased with each passing mouthful. The Tender Mutton was on-the-bone. The pieces on top had minimal bone, larger pieces below would require fingers. The Potato stuffing in the Naan provided the Interesting Vegetable. Sesame Seeds atop the Naan added Further Flavour.
Bloody Hell – was the exclamation. It was hours later that it dawned on me what I was tasting. The overall experience was familiar, it was the Ghee, this Curry had the same rich Buttery Taste as presented to Marg and Hector at 
The Chap brought two more Naans, even Marg was dipping now. Her Samosa had been devoured, the Salad and the Spicy Raita too. Hot in temperature, mostly Peas and Potato – was Marg’s description.
We searched for The Other Restaurant but could not locate it. We did find a Delicatessen which was a Tourist Attraction in its own right. A warm welcome here too, and just to stand in awe.
The Menu had photos of each dish on offer, the names also written in Greek and our own script. The International Language of Curry. Apvi Kpai and a Paratha, what more could a Hector desire? Total cost – €5.
This Lamb truly tasted of Lamb. The Fresh Ginger Strips atop the Curry provided the Crunch. A Good Find, a Good Curry. This was classic Desi Cooking.
Three quarters of a Paratha is my usual limit, Marg mopped up the remaining Raita with what remained. She too was impressed with her visit to Rajdhani.
