Glasgow – Yadgar Kebab House – A Yadgar Celebration – #50 Blog Entry!

And then there were three, a Fishy Tale

To mark the occasion of the Fiftieth Blog Entry on Curry-Heute for Yadgar Kebab House (148 Calder St., Govanhill, G42 7QP), and the first venue to achieve this, there had to be a Special Curry.

This is also the perfect time to show appreciation for the excellent food and personal service that Mr Anwar Sr, Shkoor, Naveed, Ahmed and the Chefs – Mr Shah and Mr, Arshad, have served up in the three years I have been visiting these premises. 

Yadgar may have to close temporarily in the near future as the building is redeveloped.  Perhaps the interior may be further enhanced?

Communication Breakdown

Arriving a few minutes after the scheduled 18.00 booking, the first thing Hector had to do was apologise to Shkoor that we would only be three diners, food had been ordered for four.  The Phantom Fourth Diner was actually present. Eh?

Dr. Rick and Dr. Stan are now old hands at Being Fed at Yadgar. Hector had a cunning plan. It took a week to arrange but a Machi Karahi had never been considered. Perhaps this was brought on by the plethora of Lamb consumed in Tunisia in the last fortnight. Shkoor had assured Hector that he would personally oversee the sourcing of the Fish. We are used to the excellent Scottish Cod, served in foil that we have as a Starter, this would surely be something truly different. With Fish as The Main, we would need Meat to start. Hector has never had a Chapli Kebab at Yadgar, tonight would be the night.

Having taken our seats, Ahmed was straight over with a plate of ice. Ice? Yes, Dear Reader, it is that warm in Glasgow. The jug of water was dispatched and the Rubicon Mango further chilled. Shkoor took the remaining order himself. We would each have a Chapli, Hector would have the Vegetable Rice and the two Doctors would stick with the usual Chapattis.

The Complimentary Poppadoms, Spiced Onion and Dips were divvied up. Three Chapli Kebabs arrived in good time. This may be a Chicken-based Starter, however, the Herb content was sufficient to make a tasty overall experience.

Machi (Fish) Karahi

Three Chaps were aghast when Shkoor brought the largest karahi ever brought to a table. The photograph should surely capture the moment. A solo diner came over to witness The Event.  I bet he comes back.

There was a mass of Cod sitting in the classic Yadgar Masala. I took half of the Vegetable Rice and passed on the rest. The Chaps took some and then there was the Ritual Dip of The Chapatti whilst Hector wielded a Fork, here we go.

The taste of Fish in a Curry should always be powerful. The Masala matched it perfectly. This was a combination that Hector should have enquired about long ago. The Vegetable Rice also did its bit to add to the overall pleasure. The varied Textures of the Vegetables and their individual Flavours, especially the slight sweetness from the Carrots had the Hector going. Another First Class Curry Moment.

Shkoor threatened not to let us leave the building until we had finished. I boldly predicted we would manage. This quantity of Lamb would have beaten us, Fish is much lighter, but even Dr. Stan remarked on the fact he was filling up. Dr. Rick too was probably considering the asymptotes of his intake. His verdict went along the following – Swimming in a well mixed Masala accentuated by the Fresh Ginger, Onion and Coriander. The Tender Fish left you eating to get The Taste, ignoring the fact that your stomach wanted to stop ages ago.

Dr. Stan described his Cod Steaks Curry – Chunky bits of Cod in a Full, Rich, Spicy Sauce.

How is it?  – asked Shkoor on another visit to check on our progress.

Fit enough to mark The Occasion – was Hector’s reply.

Mr. Arshad, the Chef popped out from the kitchen. I caught his eye and verified that this Karahi was his creation. I invited him over to be photographed.

Shkoor had also suggested a Cake to mark the occasion. Who could have eaten it? The offer was appreciated but declined.

We come for The Curry!

The Bill

We had ordered for four, we paid for four. Regular Readers will know what we paid.

The Aftermath

Three beds would have been appreciated at this point. We gathered ourselves and gave our thanks as we left. And so to the City Centre with the Sun still blazing.

Glasgow is having a Summer.

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Ramadan Buffet @ The Village

 A Buffet at The Village (129 Nelson Street, Tradeston, Glasgow G5 8BA)?

This had to be investigated. With Ramadan now in its second week, this was an enticement to encourage The Faithful to eat out – Late!

A phone-call mid afternoon verified that the Buffet would be set up between 21.00 and 21.30. Jonathan would be Hector’s Co-Diner this evening. We arrived just on 21.30. Andrew, Mein Host, gave us a table as close to The Action as possible. As they were still setting up, Poppadoms and the Spiciest of Onion Chutneys was provided.

Andrew took us through The Starters that would be presented – Fish Pakora, Vegetable Pakora, Chicken Chat and Chapli Kebab would be the Stand-outs. Chicken, Lamb and Vegetable Curry would feature in the Mains plus Daal Makhani. I related my first encounters of this wonderful creation in Berlin and Ceske Budejovice last year. A Village Buffet would surely be significantly better than anything presented in a Mainstream Glasgow Curry House. Their Standard Curry Dishes would be expected to pack more Flavour.

There was a bit of a Scramble to reveal that the Starers were ready. Interestingly, the Pre-Starters caused a Bottleneck, Hector took more of the Spiced Onion and then a Single Sample of each of the Solids. A great variety of Tastes and Textures.

We have all done it – Overloaded on Starters. Now given that everything had just put freshly laid out the array was tempting, but sense prevailed. Andrew and Hector exchanged a comment.

I’m not falling into The Trap.

You’re meant to! – replied Andrew.

Hector was here for The Curry

The Temptation remained strong, everything on the plate was served to perfection. Time for The Mains.

This very day I caught up with Rick Stein’s India episode which featured Chicken Pilao as opposed to Biryani. Whatever the difference, if there really is one, Hector helped himself to some of the Rice and the accompanying Chicken. Lamb Curry followed plus an Unlabelled Offering which was again Chicken. A Ladle-full of Daal Makhani completed Visit #1 along with some very fresh looking Naan.

The Chicken did little impress the Palate of Hector, it rarely does and is why I tend not to go there. The Lamb was on-the-bone, way better. The Daal did not have the Kick I was anticipating but had the Dry, Earthy Taste that I have come to seek in recent times.

There was still a couple of Dishes that had to be explored. With a clean plate I took smaller samples of the Keema Karahi and the Sabsi, the Vegetable offering, plus a little more Daal. Now this is where The Village Curry Experience came to the fore. The Keema was seriously Dry. The Seasoning was exactly on target. That The Chef had included some Capsicum was not a problem, easily picked out, but then I decided to break the habit of a lifetime. The intensity of the Flavours from the Keema was almost overwhelming. Jonathan concluded that (Lamb) Mince absorbs better than any other Meat. The (Vegetable) Sabsi was also Spot-on. Again the Seasoning was such that the full Flavours emerged. This was Aloo and Gobi based, most enjoyable. With the remaining Daal and Naan, this second plate was the more satisfying.

The final engagement with Andrew revealed that they change the Mains each night. We had to congratulate The Village on their fine array of Buffet Dishes. Not the Bog-Standard. But we must complain – Where’s the Chicken Korma?

What train are you getting back from Staveley on Saturday evening? asked Jonathan. A return visit?

Desserts?

Kheer, Gajjat Halva and Dates were on offer to those with a Sweet Tooth and an Appetite. If I had room for Dessert, I would have had more Karahi and Sabsi.

The Bill

£22.80. You have maid a Profit tonight – said The Chap on The Till.

Profit? I asked.

You have had Starters and Mains for well below what you would normally have to pay.

Starters? Us? They’ll be accusing Hector of eating Chicken Curry and Capsicum next.

In a more realistic mode, I did admit that the normal Half-kilo of Karahi would have cost appreciably more than the modest fee charged this evening.

The Aftermath

The Village Waiter who is a regular reader of this Blog, and whose name I should remember, was now more behind the scenes this evening. Promotion – he informed me. And well deserved too.

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Hector is Home – Yadgar!

 Behind the Scaffolding lies a Curry House – Yadgar!

Thankfully The Yadgar Kebab House (148 Calder St., Govanhill, G42 7QP) remains open for business despite the Redevelopment in the Tenement Block in which it is sited. Naveed suggested a Starter when I entered. This was declined. Despite not having eaten for some 28 Hours, somewhere over France at 30,000ft, Hector anticipated a Welcome Home Feast.

Mr. Anwar Sr. greeted me as I took my seat. Naveed brought out the customary Complementary Poppadoms, Salad and Dips. More Salad. I have seen a lot of Salad I the last two weeks, but not served with Pickles Chilli Peppers. The pre-ordered Karahi was no doubt in its final stages of preparation.

Officially, Goshat Karahi is sold by The Portion or The Kilo. The Hector Portion is evidently somewhere in between. With sufficient Masala to be considered Curry, the Large pieces of Lamb on-the-bone are always something to Savour, well worth the Photograph. The Vegetable Rice portion is also on the Large Side, but wait, what’s this?

Somehow, pieces of the Dreaded Green Mushy Vegetable had been mixed in to the Rice along with the Potato, Onion, Mushroom and Peas. At least they weren’t in the Karahi.

Chef #3

Mr Arshad was not on duty this afternoon. Another Chap was responsible for the Creativeness of the Goshat Karahi. Whilst still very much possessing the unique Character of the Yadgar Goshat Karahi it did not have the extra – Wow – Factor that was served up by The Maestro on the previous visit. When the Bar is set That High one cannot expect Curry of Olympic Gold Medal standards to be served every time. However, Yadgar Curry will always get a Medal Winning Place.

Capsicum

Shkoor entered whilst I was approaching the second half of The Massive Feed. A Brief account of the Tunisian Curry scene was described. He then noticed the presence of Capsicum on my plate.

What Have They Done?

This was put down to the fact that in recent times I have been ordering Chapattis as the Standard Accompaniment. However, when Vegetable Rice with this quantity of Vegetable is served, it cannot be ignored forever.

The Bill

£13.00. A Great Feed at a Great Price.

The Aftermath

Fish Karahi was discussed. Shkoor has assured me he will personally source some suitable Fish. Our Next Visit?

Our Next Visit

The Yadgar Kebab House will be the first Curry Venue to attain 50 Reviews on Curry-Heute!

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Calcutta Restaurant Indien – Carthage – Outstanding Curry!

After The Ribat at Monastir, today’s visit to Carthage was always going to be one of the highlights of our two weeks in Tunisia, It is Written. That a Curry-Heute Experience was scheduled potentially could give it The Edge. Having paid homage to the PFJ at the Roman Theatre, Carthage, and given a first class welcome at the Hilltop Restaurant – Les Bon Vieux Temps – in Sidi Bou Said where we were Ice Creamed and Watered, it was then time for Curry. Or so we hoped.

A Taxi dropped us in the Complex that is The Golden Tulip Hotel, it costs nothing to look at their website, but the room rates are outwith our bracket.

The attraction was the Calcutta Restaurant Indien (Golden Tulip Hotel, Avenue de la Promenade, La Marsa, Carthage, Tunisia). Not much is written about Curry in Tunisia but those who have bothered have all had positive things to say about this venue. Standards and Expectations vary, this would most likely be the last chance to find Quality Curry on this Trip.

Arriving at 16.00, the Restaurant was not yet open. The Concierge in The Hotel advised us that it would open at 19.00. We would have to wait. We did. How does one amuse oneself in a Quality Hotel Complex for three hours?

We entered The Calcutta at 19.10, and were not the first customers. A Charming Waitress, Ms Adb Kareem,  asked if we wished a Non-Smoking Table, a Good Start.

 The Menu was quite Extensive, Hector narrowed the Choices down to Three – Achari Goasht, Mutton Masala or Goasht Palak. I would take advice. Marg was immediately attracted to the Murg Makhani – Butter Chicken. This could not possibly disappoint as her Meal last evening at Dum Pukht, Marg was back in Familiar Territory. Marg also decided that a Glass of Rose Wine was called for. I would stick to my usual Sparkling Water, they must have it. We would share a Pilao Rice which would contain some Interesting Vegetables.

It was established that the Palak contained Spinach as the only Herbal Additive – Not a challenge – I thought. The Mutton would be Masala-rich, and so Achari Gosht it would be. It was recorded that this should be served – Spicy, and as Dry as the Chef could manage.

I asked The Waitress about the size of the Nans and – Paranthas -, as they called them. She gestured a Modest Size, Marg ordered a Garlic Nan, Hector went slightly overboard and ordered an Aloo Paratha and a Keema Paratha. At a standard 1.5TND (60p) for all Breads, this took the sting out of the £12.00 for a Main Course.  An Honourbale Price.

The Solitary Glass of Rose Wine and a Large Bottle of Sparkling Water were secured.

No Nibbles were brought

We missed the delivery of the first Batch of Curry to the smokers ante-room. Marg observed that she could see into the Kitchen through the Glass Wall behind me, a quick photo was captured. The Under-Chef was busy rolling out the Dough for the Breads and nurturing the Tandoor. Meanwhile in the far corner the Chap who was obviously the Chef, judging by his Differentiated Apparel, was busy with his Pots.

The Two Portions of Curry were sat on a shared Plate. The Karahi did not look massive but would prove to be deceptive, they had Depth and hence Volume.

The Pilao Rice would be a perfect quantity for sharing and featured Peas, Green Beans and Carrots. The arrival of Marg’s Garlic Nan meant she could start. Hector waited for the arrival of the Parathas. They shared a Basket. Ritual Photos completed, Time to Eat!

Savour The Moment

The Achari Gosht impressed visually. It was a Dark Brown with the Richest of Thick Masala, exactly how Hector desires his Curry. The Lamb appeared to have the Scorch Marks associated with having met a Tandoori Oven, queue the feeling of disappointment, but wait… The Lamb was Perfect. It was definitely Quality Meat and if it had been slightly – Tikka-ed – then it matched the standard set by SWAGAT in Crawley. The first Dip of the Aloo Paratha into the Masala revealed Spice and an amazing Blast of Flavour. This was impressive. The Combination of Vegetable Rice, Quality Lamb and an amazing Masala already had Hector convinced that this would be a Memorable Curry.

Meanwhile across The Table

At times Marg will have the same as Hector. Her orders tend towards the Antithesis of what Hector desires, today was a classic example. Marg had Dipped my Curry and instantly remarked on its Dry, Earthy Flavours. You will like this! But too Spicy for me.

The Murg Makhani was the Soup-like Curry I fear being served. Rich in Colourings, Yoghurt and who knows what, it sat there with the pieces of Chicken Tikka Cloaked in Masala. One piece of Chicken was described as – Gristly – the rest was Fine. Plenty of Sauce, Creamy, Sweet. I enjoyed it as a contrast to last night’s Biryani. (@Dum Pukht) The Garlic Nan was Soft, a perfect Size for me. It is what I ordered, it was Butter Chicken!

The Waitress approached the table and asked if the Food – Was Good?

No! Was my instant reply. She was taken aback. It’s Wonderful! – was my follow up. Relief.

I was on to my second Paratha, the Keema. As it split naturally, I could see the decent layer of Lamb Mince inside. By now I had spooned all of the Substantial Quantity of Lamb on to my plate. The bottom of the Masala was dipped in the Karahi – Wow! The Strength and Tanginess of the Pickle came to the fore. The overall Earthy Flavour is the very one I have been trying to perfect in my own cooking of late. I suspect Tamarind had to be in there too. This Curry had everything.

Others have written that the Curry served at the Calcutta is the Best in Tunisia. I cannot say, but after three Tunisian Curry Experiences, this is by far My Best.

We were well looked after too. The Bottle of Sparkling Water was placed in an Ice Bucket and our Glasses topped up as required. The Head Waiter also presented himself. When our Charming Waitress came to take away the very Clean and Empty Plates I offered her the Calling Card and asked if I could meet The Chef. Not a problem. Moments later he came out, beaming.

Now Students of Curry-Heute will have observed that Hector, tends to show little emotion when the Ritual Photos are taken. Behold The Hector in a Joyous Moment! The Chef, Mr. Raturi Subhash and Hector exchanged Cards. I asked if he had trained in Glasgow, Bradford or Birmingham? He asked me how I thought he would – do – in these places. This Man can Cook! The Maitre D’ had to be in on the Photo Shoot too, sadly The Waitress was too busy serving the other Customers. The Restaurant was slowly filling up.

There’s More

Marg reminded me that we had agreed to have Dessert. The Gajjat Ka Halwa, or its equivalent, was presented to Hector at Yadgar quite recently. The same Dessert I had brought Marg back from my last Bradford Trip. She had not been that impressed. This Halwa was served Warm. It was also covered in a layer of Coconut which was the first thing I tasted, before the Carrot kicked in. (Coconut, Dear Ahmed!) Marg loved this.

Why did I not have this Warm before?

The Bill

89.500TND = £36.00. This included a Glass of Wine £4.00 and Dessert. Given that this Restaurant is located in the Golden Tulip Complex, no complaints about the Price. For the Quality of this Food I would happily have paid more.

The Aftermath

Having spent about £4.00 max on the TGM and two taxis to get here, a Taxi straight back to Tunis was called for. £8.00 well spent.

I have no hesitation in adding The Calcutta Restaurant Indien to my list of Recommended Curry Houses.

The Rose Wine?

Very Nice! – said Marg.

(Let’s hope this is the first and last time this comment appears in Curry-Heute.)

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Dum Pukht – Tunis, Another Tunisian Curry Experience

Hector’s First Curry in a Week, and his First since Andy Murray Won Wimbledon

Dum Pukht (3 Avenue du Boulevard,1053, Le Berges du Lac, Tunis) is the only stand-alone Curry house Hector has unearthed in all of Tunisia. Last week’s Phenicien was a Tunisian Restaurant selling Indian Food. Dum Pukht was to be the venue for our first evening meal in Tunis.

Les Berges du Lac is a new development with Hotels, Restaurants and Bowling prominent. Their cultural choices, not mine. I was just happy not to go more than a week without Curry in some form.

Dum Pukht, or cooking in a slow oven, is a term Hector first encountered in Scotland’s first Afghanistan Restaurant – The Khyber. This is an alternative to their Excellent Karahi which is unlike anything else served in Scotland. If this was to be the style of cooking in this particular Tunisian Restaurant, we could be in for a Treat.

In the gloom of dusk, Marg and Hector hailed a taxi in Avenue Habib Bourghiba, just outside our impressive Hotel, The Tiba. I had copied the Goggle Map of my best found location for Dum Pukht to the Trusty Samsung. That the above address does not match the name given to the Main Boulevard through Berges du Lac did not help. That the Dum Pukht Website says nothing did not help either. By the time this article is written, I would think that the number of words on T’Internet about this venue will be more than doubled.

Passing the main roundabout we pulled in some 200m north. We were right outside Dum Pukht. For the second time today Marg was impressed with Hector’s Navigation Skills (I had found The Tiba without looking at a Map today).

The restaurant has all the hallmarks of being exactly what was required. Mein Host greeted us and passed us to a young chap who showed us upstairs. Upstairs was somehow on three levels, this was a large Restaurant and we were the only people upstairs. Three more soon joined and I heard – Fumeur – mentioned. There were no ashtrays on any table near us and so when somebody did the nasty deed, they were relocated. Fine.

The menu had the classic Curry names with descriptions in French and English. 

Beef Punjabi or Mutton Karahi would be Hector’s choice. The centrefold had photos of various dishes, some served in Clay Pots. This enticed Marg to order a Keema Biryani. Marg does not read Curry-Heute. A Pilau Rice and a Coriander Nan would be Hector’s Accompaniments.

Mein Host advised me that the Mutton Karahi would be the better choice. I asked for it to be – Hot and Dry. He responded with – Not a lot of Sauce.  Marg asked for Medium.

The Sparkling Water would be our Liquid Refreshment, the first venue in Tunis that we had found stocking it.

There was time to take in the décor before a small plate of Nibbles was brought to us by another waiter. What bore more resemblance to Matzo than Bread was the base to scoop up home-made Lime Pickle and what was either Beetroot or Red Cabbage.

The Pickle was seriously tangy, the Red Stuff, Sweet. For those who cannot look at the photos to see the décor, it was bright, never garish and decidedly Different from the norm. It worked.

The decorative plates which occupied every place setting were set aside for smaller, white plates. (?) Marg’s Clay Pot came first with the bread lid intact. The Waiter cut this open. Marg admitted afterwards that it was the photo that had sparked the interest. She then embarked on a Dish which was Drier than anything served in Bradford. It was basically Spicy Rice with some small pieces of Beef through it. She was not over impressed, but accepts that this was her order.

I am not a Biryani expert, but I am sure in the UK a small accompanying bowl of Masala traditionally accompanies a Biryani.

The Rice was Peas-Pilau. This provided something of an Interesting Vegetable. The Nan was too Crisp, it was more Roti than Nan. Any Coriander had been torched. Hector’s Clay Pot arrived. If Marg had known this would be how the Karahi would be presented…

Photographic rituals over, the lid was removed to reveal a very Red Curry with some Yoghurt stirred in. It was difficult to judge the portion size, but by the end I did not feel hungry, and so the overall quantity of food ordered and presented must have been within acceptable parameters.

The Masala had been kept to a Minimum. The Lamb was on-the-bone – Yeah!

A couple of pieces of the Dreaded Green Capsicum popped up now and again, fortunately most of the Green was Fresh Chillies. The Lamb was Tender, if you can’t get Lamb right in North Africa…

German Curry – was my first remark. The overall impression was that this was certainly nearer Curry than simple Lamb Stew. The Masala was not the thickest, if any Onion had been used in its creation, it had been pureed. As in last week, perhaps some fundamental ingredients were not to the fore.  The – Kick – was appreciable, at times.

By the time I reached the bottom of the pot I knew I had a fairly Decent Curry. As I spooned the last bits of Masala on to my remaining Lamb, Marg was hoping I would have some spare. She knows how Hector eats. I can’t say this was a Wonderful Curry, but in this Tunisian Wilderness it is way better than another night of Grilled Meat with Fries.

The Bill

49.500TND  (£20.00)   A Fair price.

The Aftermath

The Calling Card was offered as we paid. Mein Host accepted it without any query as to why it existed.

Now that you have eaten are you still as angry? – were his final words.

That’s a new one.

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Restaurant Le Phenicien, Sousse – Tunisia

This Trip could potentially be a classic fall-on-the-sword – Hector’s Horrible Holiday. Tunisia is a country I have been ken to visit with Architectural and Archaeological Attractions to the fore. Prior research has revealed not much in the way of Bier, and possibly Even Less in terms of Curry-Heute Opperchancities.

Arriving in Sousse yesterday, Hector had his expectations raised when the Taj Mahal Cafe was passed as we approached our Hotel, the Riadh Palms. It was checked out later in the day and was found to have no Curry association whatsoever. The day, or possibly even the holiday was saved when approaching the hotel from a different route we passed Restaurant Le Phenicien (1 Rue Ribat, 4143, Sousse, Tunisia – off Boulevard Abdel Hamid El Cadhi). The sign was clear – Traditional Tunisian and Indian Food. I stuck my head in the door and a Waiter greeted us warmly, Curry was confirmed. We would return.

Now this is Day 2, we are still getting our bearings and trying to locate other Non-Curry Restaurants which may be of interest. The intention was not to eat in our Hotel again, but get out and find some genuine Tunisian Cuisine. Spicy Lamb Stews should be available as well as the Tradition Tajine Dishes. Too many of the local venues are no more than Fast Food outlets, Cafés at the uninviting level. This evening’s strategy was to check out Le Phenician’s Traditional Cuisine then return for Curry at a later time. This strategy was abandoned within minutes of setting foot in the premises.

We entered, a Waiter was nowhere to be seen. The first thing we did see was one of two couples Puffing away. There was a raised area to the rear, here’s hoping. I asked if there was a Non-Smoking Area. Non! We were invited to take a seat, we took the table nearest the open door.

It became evident very quickly that The Puffing Couple were, and probably still are, English. Now have the people of our Nation not come to accept that there were very sensible and healthy reasons for the Smoking Ban which prevails in the more civilised parts of Europe. Does Man have to revert to Troglodyte Behaviour at every Opperchancity. They persisted throughout our stay, we took in the fresh air from outside. This is going to be a Major Problem on this Trip.

As we got as comfortable as the table permitted, Marg unfolded her Napkin – Filthy. We immediately decided that this would be our one and only visit, we had better order the Curry. We even thought about walking, but realising this could be the only Curry Source within easy reach in the next fortnight, well, we stayed.

We had already studied The Menu and accepted its minimalism. Hector would ask for clarification between the Indian Brown Meat Curry and the Indian Lamb Curry. Marg fancied the Pomegranate Chiken, we would share a Galic Nan and a Biryni Rice (sic x3).

The Waiter went to the door to use his phone despite it being obvious that we were ready to order. In his time he came over, no Pen or Pad in hand. His explanation to the difference between the Brown Meat and the Lamb was given in his native tongue. I don’t speak Arabic – I was forced to admit. He leafed through the Menu and pointed to Lamb Chops. Now in Bradford this may be the basis of a Wonderful Curry,I thought it safer to stick to the straightforward. Dry – I offered. Minimal Sauce. There was a nod. Marg’s order was OK. No Naan – he said. Two Rice then.     Two? – he asked quizzically. The Onion pahji had to be tried, if only to let me record the variant spelling. Our relative Spice Requirements were asked for as an afterthought.

An array of Salad Tapas were set before us. This included the Hot Chilli Mush that I had enjoyed at Lunch with our Grilled Fish. Too Hot for Marg. The Olives had a hint of Clove in the after-taste. Strange. French Bread was provided, enough to fill us before the Main Event. We had paid due respect to the Tapas when the Starter finally arrived.

The Bhaji serving comprised of three of whatever in Breadcrumbs, a first. This was quite a pleasant innovation adding an extra Crunch. Green Slivers of Something accompanied the Onion, Coriander we hoped, but too little to be sure. This was Fine.

We waited for the Main Course. Having entered the Restaurant just after 20.30, it was by now approaching 22.00. The Puffers had not received their Mains, the other Couple had been given nothing. We assumed they were Dining and were before us all. We waited ages. Marg concurred that elsewhere we may well have walked. I know a Chap who most certainly would have. The wait must have been Two Full Robins.

At exactly 22.00 there was a flurry of activity. The Puffers received their food, our came before we ascertain what they had ordered.

The Indian Lamb Curry looked better than the above left photo has captured. The Masala was Minimal but Red. I had at least avoided the Soup that Marg’s Chicken Pomegranate appeared to be. Two good sized Plates of Boiled Rice competed the order. Where did the attempt at Biryani come from? This was Plain Boiled Basmati with the occasional pieces of Fresh Green Chilli as a Garnish. Most of these ended up on my plate. (Pilau, or whatever they thought this was was an extra £1.50).

With a Bowl of Curry and a Bowl of Rice a decision had to be made. Curry with Rice is my preferred option so half the Rice was poured over the Curry. A third Plate finally arrived, but too late. The Minimal Masala on the Lamb although thicker than Marg’s Soup had little sign of an Onion Base.

I believe no Ginger or Garlic had been harmed in its creation. The Rice absorbed most of this anyway, so let’s concentrate on the Lamb. There was a sufficient Lamb of Reasonable Quality, cooked enough to need a bit of Chewing. The Flavour was Modest and lacked any Real Depth. The Major Kick appeared to come form the Chillis on the Rice. Had I ordered a Tunisian Lamb Stew I would have been quite happy with this. Indian Cuisine? – No Way! Too many Standard Ingredients were not present, yet we have passed them all in The Souk.

What does cooked Pomegranate taste like?

We are none the wiser. There was nothing distinctive about Marg’s Chicken Dish other than the Runny Sauce. I tried a bit of the Chicken, tending towards the Stringy I thought, which Halal tends not to. It wasn’t Bad, Fairly Spicy but no Distinctive Taste – was Marg’s verdict.

We had waited over an hour for a meal we ate in ten minutes. We ate the lot, Hector and Marg were seriously hungry by 22.00.

Marg, who had a better view, observed The Lady Puffer not eat her Chicken Curry.

Does the Reader believe I derived any Pleasure from this?

A Plate of Fresh Fruit when I asked for The Bill.

The Bill

50.000 TND. £20.00 in Real Money.

The Aftermath

There wasn’t one really. Indifference Rules OK. The Calling Card was not left, they didn’t deserve one. The Waiter had done nothing to engage. Where was the welcoming Chap we met yesterday?

No more Curry-Heute perhaps until Tunis. Can Hector find either the Dum Pukht or the Golden Tulip (Calcutta)?

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Yadgar – Better than All the Rest!

I don’t know if I have mentioned it yet, but Hector is on Holiday!

In the midst of the Mahogany (Teachers’ New Year) Celebrations last evening, there was a realisation that Hector had not been fed since Lunchtime. This would have to be seriously addressed today – Curry-Heute! Dr. Stan was keen for a Lunchtime Curry, Steve would confirm by noon today. He is on Holiday too, I don’t know if I have mentioned this already… Howard and Tracey were late additions. There was only one place to go when one is seriously Hungry – Yadgar (148 Calder St., Govanhill, G42 7QP). I texted Shkoor last night to asking he could Feed Three at 14.00. He advised that this could only be achieved at 15.30 at the earliest. At Noon I texted again to enquire – if there were Five Fish left in The Sea?

Arriving first today I saw why. The place was Stowed, I have never seen Yadgar so busy. It was a Friday Afternoon, this must have something to do with it… I am not normally at Yadgar on a Friday Afternoon, but then I am on Holiday!

When we ask To Be Fed, no Food Order as such is given, but Shkoor had verified that we would all eat Lamb Karahi al la Hector. Curry prepared in the Yadgar style with a Hector Refinement, what more can one ask for?

We were all assembled punctually, the Poppadoms, Hot Dip, Raita and Spiced Onion were brought out along with the Drinks. No Sparkling Water, what sort of place is this? Munching away on the Poppadoms I was approached by a Young Chap – Hi Mr. ******, you were my Geography Teacher back in S2. I recognised the Face but had to ask for the name – Kassif! My second visit to Yadgar in six days and the second person I have met with a Helensburgh Connection.

Ahmed brought an Olive laden Salad to accompany the Starter. When he laid a plate with massive Slices of Cod in front of Steve he gasped – What’s this? I had advised Steve to eat nothing before coming today, he could now see why. One needs to have starved oneself for Twenty Four Hours do do – Being Fed, justice.

What type of Fish is this? – asked Howard. Scottish Cod, baked in Foil and covered in just enough Spice and Fresh Green Chilli to make it interesting. This is a Treat we keep for special Occasions…did I mention…? A Slab of Fish – was Tracey’s remark. I’m full already!– was her next.

Dr. Stan and Hector are now old hands at this, we know that this is the perfect warm-up for what is to come. Fortunately Ahmed was on-side when I suggested a break was necessary between courses. This was after Naveed had passed the table and assured us our Mains would be here soon.

The Pending Renovations

Mr. Anwar Sr. knows us all. He came out to chat, this was a good opportunity to ask about the works going on all around. His observations about the progress was quite amusing. What will not amuse is when the Contractors decide the fate of Yadgar’s Ceiling and Floor. Their fate has yet to be decided. I wonder if they do have to close for a lengthy period if the entire premises will get a makeover? Mr. Anwar discussed their consideration of Temporary Relocation but concluded this would be impractical. I suggested a Portacabin located outside. I was being serious.

Killed By Death

The Vegetable Rice arrived first. Two Portions between five, more than adequate. As is written, this is a meal in itself. Peas, Cauliflower and Potato to the fore. Sufficient Interesting Vegetables. One Large Karahi of Goshat Karahi on-the-bone (a la Hector) was placed at the far end of the table from Hector. Three looked on, I knew another was coming. Three Chapattis on a Basket accompanied the next Karahi, set between Dr. Stan and Hector. They know the score. Steve and Howard would demolish one Karahi, Tracey would assist. Meanwhile when Dr. Stan and Hector felt the Elegant Sufficiency was looming, we could offer any Surplus onwards. And so it was time – To Eat.

With a modest amount of Vegetable Rice spooned on to the plate and a Chapatti set aside I let Dr. Stan take the first portion. The Comfort begins before the eating. When one sees what remains and one knows the quality of what one is about to embark on … this is Curry, this is Pleasure.

Tracey remarked that only at Yadgar would she look at a Red-ish Curry with this level of anticipation. My conclusion is that Mr. Arshad must Blend some of the Onions to create the Thick Masala that Shrouds the Lamb. The Lamb of course was Perfect. Tender, but with sufficient Resistance. The Leg Bones invited Sucking, I did. It is well recorded that the Marrow from the bones adds significantly to the overall Flavour. Not everyone fancies Bones, they can be stripped and discarded. If you haven’t had Lamb on-the-bone, then reconsider.

The Masala is what makes the Dish – a Curry. The Oil content looked a bit more than the Yadgar Norm, the Salt content was Sheer Perfection. No Salt = Bland Curry. That’s the way I like it, baby, I don’t want to live forever.

I remarked on the Seasoning to Dr. Stan who shares my Palate, I received a – Mmmm – he concurred. It became apparent very quickly that Splendid as Yadgar Goshat Karahi is, this was something Special. I can still recall my first Yadgar Curry and the Flavours that won me over instantly. This was another such moment, how can one improve on perfection? This Curry is as good as it has ever been – was my declaration.

Tracey somehow found another appetite. Steve sampled some of the Karahi which Hector and Dr. Stan had hitherto shared, just to ensure they were the same. Howard was dipping his Chapatti into the base of the Karahi knowing that in the Ghee is the source of another Magical Taste Experience. A Fourth Chapatti had been supplied just to ensure everyone was well taken care of.

Shkoor entered Yadgar and gave us his customary greeting. We were nearing the End Game, we were very quiet. I offered Euan’s great quote – The Silence of The Lamb. There was one piece of Bone with an appreciable piece of Lamb attached, nobody would commit. We had been Fed.

Shkoor suggested that he should buy the Flats above Yadgar and let out Beds for people to recover. We could all have done with a Wee Lie Down.

The Bill

£75.00. £15 a Head was the expected Fee, this is what Shkoor announced. Tips are something I do not tend to report, but just in case anyone wonders, there is always a Tip.

The Aftermath

The Allison Arms was mentioned. A Bottle of Deutsche Bier to wash down the Curry. This also gave me the opportunity to get precise comments on the Food Served.

Dr. Stan is usually a Man of Few Words, today he was positively verbose – Brilliant Curry, one of the best I have had. Tracey was equally direct – Excellent as we have come to expect. Steve remarked – It’s a same I had no more room in my stomach, it was very more-ish. Howard was giving dictation – Stunning, probably the best Yadgar Curry I have ever had! What stood out was the Spice content, it was significant without being overwhelming. The Length of the Flavour Lasted, a Real length of Spice, it kept on going.

Eh?

Dear Reader, it is fair to say that today’s Curry-Heute must be regarded as a Lambmark (sic) Moment. There is no reason why Joe Public cannot phone in and ask for this. Simply ask to be Fed, Hector-style. Archie, name the day and I shall join you.

The next Curry-Heute will be interesting. How many Curry Houses are there in Tunisia?

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Yadgar – Simply The Best….

Thursday, 18:31 

Dear Chap, Hector needs a Goshat Karahi with Bones, Saturday 15:00 would be ideal. What are your thoughts?

Thursday, 18: 36 

1. You are long overdue a visit to Yadgar.

2. I am humbled that you still consider Yadgar as your favourite feed.

3. You are always welcome at my abode, announced or otherwise.

One can walk in off the street and order a very fine Curry at Yadgar (148 Calder St., Govanhill, G42 7QP), or as Hector was invited to do during his second ever visit, order in advance and save the forty five minute preparation that the Goshat Karahi requires. The Goshat Karahi is IMHO still the Bestest Curry served in the City of Glasgow. Fortunately there are close Competitors else the Glasgow Curry Scene would not justify the many words that are written in these pages.

Approaching Yadgar, the Scaffolding on the Tenement Block in which this Restaurant/Takeaway is housed had visibly expanded since my last visit in April. More on this later. It was exactly 15:00 when Hector entered the premises. Naveed as ever was there to greet. Chapattis have become my standard Accompaniment, however the Vegetable Rice here is outstanding. No Chapattis?– asked Naveed. No Sparkling Water? – asked Hector. I wonder who drank it all. Clearly there is no demand for Sparkling Water.

Mr Arshad, The Chef, sat at the smallest table where The Staff tend to eat adjacent to my Lone Diner Table. I have cooked you a Karahi – he assured me. I wondered if there was another message contained in this simple statement. As much as dining in company is enjoyable, I know that when I come to Yadgar alone, I am spoiled, at times to a level of embarrassment. Today would be such a day.

Poppadoms, Spiced Onion and a Hot and Spicy Sauce were brought out. Two Poppadoms? I was little way through the second when Naveed brought a Large Karahi to the table. This Receptacle is usually reserved for the Full Kilo, this was not a Normal Portion. There were large pieces of Bone visible, however, there was no need to worry about the Lamb to Bone Ratio, there was as much here as any mortal could eat.

The Plate of Vegetable Rice could easily have served two, I know because Neil and Hector shared a portion last time. Yadgar serve a Supreme Vegetable Curry comprising of Potato, Cauliflower, Carrots and Peas. The same Vegetables were mixed through the Basmati. I recently wrote that I have only ever ordered one Biryani in all my years of ordering Curry. Maybe one day I could be tempted to do so again, here. This was a Meal in itself. Morally I couldn’t leave any Meat, I knew I would be defeated by the total quantity, some Rice would be left, but hopefully not too much.

The Goshat Karahi had seemingly limitless Lamb, and not all on-the-bone. The Lamb was seriously Tender but not to the level where it feels it had been Brewing in a Pot for days. Sheer Perfection. The Masala is what makes a Curry. There was a visible layer of Ghee collecting at the base of the Karahi, this is where the Phenomenal Flavours tend to assemble. Best kept for later. The Masala Shrouded the Lamb, to achieve this Texture without Daal is remarkable. The Flavours were so familiar – Yadgar – I could pick this out from any Curry served in Glasgow. The Kick was exactly enough to assure the Diner that this was indeed Curry. Round One was over, I spent some time enjoying the Vegetables and Rice before spooning on the Base. Time for another Knock-out Experience.

Hector was here to eat. Hector was being spoiled, once again.

As I approached the end Mr Arshad asked if I could perhaps eat one Portion more? Naveed asked if I needed anything else.

The Other Chap

I recognise all of The Faces at Yadgar but don’t know all the names. Mr. Anwar Sr. had passed though whilst I was Dining.

The Other Chap emerged from The Kitchen with a Bowl of my Favourite Punjabi Dessert. Served Hot, this is better than how I served it to Marg when I brought it back from Bradford. Coconut based, it is Sweet, but not excessively so. Where was the room to eat this? Some say there is always room for Dessert. I was considering my plight when a Couple with three young children walked in to the dining area.

So, Mr. Ali, you have come for some Outstanding Curry? I remarked.

It was Shuel from The Akash (as was) Helensburgh. Son of the Erstwhile Owner, and a former Pupil of Hector’s to boot, I had not seen Shuel since the hand-over to the New-co. He had to ask if I had been back. They are trying hard – was my verdict. I was intrigued as to what he had ordered. We eat Curry at home – was his justification for ordering Kebabs. I suppose people tend not to have a Tandoor in their homes. Shuel said he was a regular at Yadgar, he also brought up Akbar’s. He found it hard to believe the Two-Tier Menu System operated there. The Nan Breads impressed him with their size and the manner of their serving. Shuel has not been to The Alishan.

The Bill

£13.00. Now Naveed knew and I knew that this was an Arbitrary Figure.

The Aftermath

I asked about the works going around the premises. There was a threat that they could be shut down for months, apparently this will be a matter of weeks later in the year.

Naveed then mentioned – My Missus. Now this must be a quaint Punjabi term I didn’t recognise. He was keen to tell me that she runs an outfit locally called Stylish Mehndi. For those who require it, this Artistic Service can be found on a well known Social Media Site.

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Heera, PJ’s Renamed Again – and a Scottish Curry Award

 Watching Rick Stein in India last evening put Hector in the mood for Fish Curry. A rare mid-week outing would permit indulgence, the Ravi Machi at Café Salma was the intended venue. If I knew I had forgotten, Tuesday is Rest-day.

Where to now?

I had recently noticed that PJ’s (15-17 Kent Road, G3 7EH, Glasgow) formerly known as the Madras Palace and more recently Panjea, had changed. Whether this was a Re-branding (again) or a Takeover was unknown. On entering the mystery was immediately solved. I was greeted by the Waiter who thinks I write about Curry for the Daily Record, yes, Him! I enquired as to the change of name and was told that PJ was still here, in fact he has just won Chef of the Year in the Scottish Curry Awards under his full moniker – Purvalz Mohammed.

Seventeen Diners plus two Weans were already seated. The Buffet at £11.95 was the attraction for them. Mein Host fetched me the Menu having established I would eat a la carte. The Sparkling Water was ordered, no repeat of the Pint of Soda that proved to be extortionate on a Curry Night some years back.

The Menu was on a Laminated Sheet and appeared new. I was given more time and then asked for advice. It was remembered I had ordered the Karahi last time. There was more on the back-side. I was shown the Tava Specials – Desi Palak Gosht, far from the planned Fish,but suddenly feeling attractive. This was agreed (Hot) and a Plain Paratha which I read the Menu as being inclusive in the £10.50 price.

I was promised Complimentary Poppadoms and (?), I don’t know, they never came.

I sat taking in the scene. This is a very large room, and there’s an upstairs. Four Mature Ladies were here for The Buffet. One had Mysterious Eyelashes, I couldn’t focus, something strange, very distracting. Amusing myself, another Waiter came over to ask if all was OK. I was the only person in the room not eating –  I’m not having The Buffet.

After sufficient time to convince me The Buffet Pot had not just been Tweaked, a Large Rectangular Sizzling Platter of Curry and a very Decent looking Paratha was brought from the Kitchen. Was I glad I had declined a Starter, the Portion was Huge. I spooned out half on to my plate, I already had more than Seven Pieces of Lamb. The Masala was atypical, not the usual Green Gloop that many establishments serve, this had Character.

The Lamb was mostly very Tender, one Chewy Piece bubbled up. The Spinach to whatever other Green Herbs had been included was bang on. There was a sense of a slight Burnt Flavour but not excessively so. Pacing myself with the Wonderful Paratha, I enjoyed every Morsel. More seasoning, as ever, would my my only way of improving this Dish.

I only had a few mouthfuls to go when PJ, Himself, came over to chat. He confirmed his Chef of the Year Award. Who wins Awards? He realised he had to let me eat, and so gave me back my space.

The Bill

£13.50. The Paratha was not inclusive after all. Still this is the usual Price I pay to eat.

The Aftermath

Tony was in town, he will never read this Blog entry but assures me he follows Hector on Bier-Traveller. It has been six years.

Bruce Somebody-or-other was playing Glasgow tonight, he cannot have been as impressive as the amazing Guitarist playing at The State Bar tonight.

En route to Charing X, I passed the King’s Theatre, The Rocky Horror Show, and there at the Stage Door was the earlier Doris with the Funny Eyelids, also!

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Glasgow – Curry Pot, Partick – Cheap and Very Cheerful

139 Dumbarton Road, Glasgow, G11 6PR is an address which is legendary in the History of Hector’s Curry Eating. This could well be one of the oldest Curry Takeaway venues in the City. I know it dates back to 1974. That summer I started working in Wilson’s Bar (James D. Wilson, now Tony Macaroni) and continued to do so on and off for the next three years. Tea Break meant food, food meant Curry, at least once a week. The nearest venue was next door to what is now the 3 Judges (Bennett’s/Tower Bar). The 1970’s staple Curry – Meat and Mushroom Bhuna Vindaloo was the usual order.  I think I ordered my first  ever Biryani from these premises.

Thirty Nine Years Later

Curry Pot is the current business operating from this address. It became more than just another Takeaway when three tables were set up on the small floor area in front of the counter and a bench placed at the window. I made my first entrance last Saturday to check how late they opened. Tonight was really what I had in mind. As Dr. Stan disappeared after our day in Musselburgh, I ended up eating earlier than planned.

The charming young lady serving accepted that I would not be ordering from the Menu. She summoned Mein Host who was sitting at the window with his laptop. A Lamb Methi Bhuna Dry, no Capsicum was agreed upon.

How Hot?

Medium with a Kick.

I asked how big the Chapattis are, one would suffice.

The Bill

£6.80. A modest sum, but then this is a Curry Café at the absolute basic end of the market. No drink was offered, none was asked for.

In a major departure from the norm, I offered the Calling Card to Mein Host. Surely he would have a look at Curry-Heute?

Lamb Methi BhunaThe Meal came, a decent sized portion with seven pieces of Lamb and a good-sized Chapatti. The meaning of Dry had become lost in translation. At least the Masala had a thick-ish consistency. The Lamb was on the chewy side of Tender but I had no problems with it. The need for more Seasoning was obvious. Mein Host asked if I was enjoying the Curry. Indeed I was. This was a perfectly competent and enjoyable Curry.

Another chap must have thought so too, clearly a regular, he sat at the opposite wall and was enjoying himself. Meanwhile I finished off and approached the window.

The Aftermath

Mein Host had the Curry-Heute Website up, we went through quite a few places. That Yadgar remains my favourite in Glasgow had to be mentioned. We had a good long chat about Curry. The word Karra as told to me some years back re Seasoning was mentioned. PJ may have been winding me up as nobody else appears to know this term. He suggested Kora.

A photo of Mein Host was agreed upon, I even managed to get Chef too.

A thoroughly pleasant meal, a warm welcome. Much appreciated.

There was a final pint in the 3 Judges and chat with a chap from Huntly. No lift home, Marg is in Dublin. Pity, she would have been amused at me spouting knowledge of Aberdeenshire.

Another memory from the 1970s…

Bored with Rice I tried buying Fritters from the local Chip Shop. Curry and Fritters. An early attempt at finding an Interesting Vegetable?

A 2018 Update

Hector popped his head in late one evening, no Curry was planned, simply the need to record the internal transformation.  The garden furniture has long gone, Curry Pot now looks as if dining in is actually an intended option. Mein Host remembered Hector.  The Capsicum on display was noticed, Hector had a word.

However, the simple Menu features tempting Lamb Dishes.

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