Hector was on a mission, to eat Normal Food. The Bombay Grill & Curry (Via Maqueda, Palermo, Sicilia, Italia) is a minute from Quatro Canti, the Heart of Palermo where Hector and Marg are currently resident. Marg probably had Coffee and Croissants in mind for Breakfast, Curry certainly was not. And as for Chicken Rice?
On entering the Bombay Grill & Curry, as is the style of Curry Cafés, what was on offer was on display under the Glass Counter. The choice of Meat Curry Dishes was Chicken or Beef. Two Rice Trays also had Meat, again Chicken or Beef. Marg spontaneously decided to order Chicken Rice. Hector opted for Beef Rice with the Beef Shorva.
There was no pretense, the Microwave would be the means of reheating. As The Chap spooned the Curry on to the Plastic Plate he gestured – Enough? I gestured – More.
We took our seats at One of Three Plastic Tables. Plastic Plates, Plastic Cutlery. Ding!
The Beef was Bradford-small as served across the road last night. Although Cinnamon Bark and Green Cardamoms were found this Curry did not pack the Punch as that which was served in Gastronomia India. More Spice and Seasoning would have raised the level of this Curry. I had struck it lucky first time.
The Thin Masala gave the Rice needed Moistness. Spooning the Rice, I could no longer tell which Beef was in the Curry and which was in the Rice. There was an Elegant Sufficiency overall. Not in any way Outstanding, but after Ten Days on Pasta, this was Relief.
Marg found her Chicken Rice to be – Dry. Well, what else could be expected. The Chicken was on the Bone. I want yesterday’s Tortellini again – was her concluding remark.
The Bill
€11.00. This included Two Bottles of Water.
The Aftermath
Mein Host accepted The Calling Card. He thought I was selling him something.
Gastronomia India (Via Maquerade, Palermo, Sicilia, Italia) was essentially a Takeaway with a Small Bench on One Wall for the Occasional Diner. A Chap was sitting there chatting when I entered, he gave way when it was made clear Hector was Dining In.
Another Platter of Fish appeared, I had to make it clear that only One Portion had been ordered. The Artistically Peeled Pomodoro confirmed which Plate was for Hector. I awaited the Mutter-Rice, again a Huge Portion was presented. A Salad was once again assembled from the Dishes which supply The Bits for the Kebabs.
We were offered the Second Fish to eat now. Declined. We were offered the second Fish to take Home. But we have no way of Reheating it.
Once again Half of Italia decided that Life with Pasta and Pizza is – Unfulfilling. A Group of Youths who were clearly well known to Shahadat ordered Kebabs. They were taking a Keen Interest in what was happening at the table. One Chap also spotted Hector’s second Soft Drink – Tamarind Juice. This was a First for me. As the Curry Ingredient that turns the Ordinary into Something Special, I wondered how this could possibly be served as a Drink. The Tang was there, how much Sugar had been added I didn’t bother checking. They bought a Can of Tamarind between them to share. Shahadat realised already that the presence of Hector and Curry-Heute may be good for business.
Our Hostess presented a Plate of Fruit – Dates, Grapes and Sliced Oranges, Apples and Melon.
When you come back from Agrigento, my wife will cook….
Marg took a Soft Drink from the Fridge which was adjacent to the Display Cabinet and sat in the Micro-space created between the Wall, the Fan and the Table. A Plastic Cup was provided and went flying. A Two Year old kept Marg amused whilst we waited, only Hector was Dining.
This Curry was what 
Mein Host was now well engaged. If you come back I will have Fish Curry for you.
The Waiter who brought said Lamb Chops on the last visit served me again this evening. Two Portions, Cash up front, £16.90. I kid you not. Two Portions, Six Chops in each. Where did the reported – 
Three Dips were provided, perhaps it was Sacrilege to consider these? Nevertheless, it was better to try everything. To say the Chops were Spicy… Tasty… Tender… Truly Amazing – would be an understatement. Marg loved them. Hector was finishing his Share and Clive was still sucking the bone on his first. I refrained from taking a photo of Maggie with a face-full of Chop. Most undignified: 
When Mein Host came to remove The Debris I had to ask:
£31.50. Now what did we have for this?
A Thinner Onion-based Masala than I normally seek, One could immediately tell this was not Simply Soup. The Aloo Gobi was totally dry up top with a Mash at the base. The Aloo Paratha arrived quartered – No! It also looked a bit soft, no sign of the desired flakiness. The Paratha was a disappointment.
The Vegetables tempted me First. Oh yes! Spice and Seasoning, Exquisite! As discussed with the Chef last month, he knows the importance of Salt in Curry. I could see This and Two Portions of Lamb Chops making a Perfect Meal.
I entered the Dakhin (89 Candleriggs, Merchant City, Glasgow, G1 1NP) yesterday just after 14.00 to find them closing for an afternoon break. Today I arrived at 13.40 but believe they were open all day Saturday. The same Waiter who declined service was there to greet me, I recognised him…
Veinchina Mamsam – Boneless cubes of lamb cooked with caramelised onions, ginger, crushed black pepper and flavoured with star anise – was the stand out Dish – without Coconut. (£13.50) Nimmakai Annam – Rice cooked with lemon juice and turmeric, tempered with mustard seeds, curry leaves and lentils – would accompany. (£3.50)
The Middle Dip was a Dark Colour, what was this? It took me aback initially then the Palate adjusted. A Vinegar Base? Then it dawned on me – Tamarind! I add this to most Curry Dishes at time of cooking, I’ve never had it this way. The Young Waiter who brought the Main Course confirmed – Tamarind. Tasty!
The Lamb was plentiful, I stopped counting when I reached Twelve; the pieces were substantial. The £13.50 now felt justified. I do not mind paying for a Good-sized Portion, and this most certainly was. The Lamb oozed Quality. How Chefs get the Lamb this Tender without it turning to Mush escapes this Commentator. 
Day 2 of the
Ayaz was there to greet us on entry. There was no sign of Rasheed, the Favoured Chef, his Stand-in has certainly been trained in all that is Wonderful about the 
How Hot can a Curry be? I hate when the Dish has clearly sat for ages before a waiter thinks about bringing it to t’table. This Curry has been described often, no New Words from this Commentator, Perfection. What I realise as a Man into Numbers with Capital Letters, this visit to the 
Ayaz and Hector exchanged Words of Appreciation. Ayaz told me that a Family/Group of Asians (I believe) had come to the Karahi Palace having read Curry-Heute. If this is not correct, then please advise. Why all of Glasgow is not Dining here puzzles us both.
Glasgow, G1 5EP) is One of Four Glasgow City Centre Curry-Houses still to be visited. Opened last year, this is the Sister Restaurant to the very successful 
John was here a couple of weeks ago and reported a Good Experience. He took them on and basically asked for The Hector Curry by means of adapting what was on The Menu. He noted that Chapattis were not on the Menu but available on demand, so forewarned, I knew exactly what to ask for.
The Chapattis were a disappointment. I prefer to tear off my own strips, not be issued with Fractions of a Chapatti. Too, Thin and Flimsy, the Chapattis did their job, just. However, Crisping set in as they cooled. Half Chapatti – Half Roti?
Your Menu states that Lamb Desi is on-the-bone.
An Unreliable Website stated that Café Saffron was open today from Noon until 14.30. I should have phoned ahead. It wasn’t. Today was not an exception, Café Saffron opens evenings only.
I was warned that the Bombay Blast would be Spicy. Spice is not a problem. – I disclosed.
OK, Hector injects some Humour; this is a Very Impressive piece of Architecture, housing Our Collective Heritage. To stand at The Despatch Box in the House of Commons makes one wonder why some choose this career path, Fame? Fortune? Flipping Expenses? As for The House of Lords, I felt no Bond.
The Main Course had us puzzled, still does. There is an agreement that the Core Meat was surrounded by a Ham of some type. The Core Meat was Pink with what could well have been a Fatty Cloak. Now they wouldn’t have served us Ham wrapped in Ham, would they? Some thought it was Beef, but the Texture was not right and there was no way Hector could have eaten Raw Beef, could he? The Potato Creation was better than Two Scoops of Mash.
a, however, the Appetite had been Sated. And so back to the Terrace, waving at the passing River Boats and their Parties. We were invited to leave just after 23.00 having had a longer innings than we were led to believe.