Cafe Salma – A Family Gathering

Posted on April 14, 2013 by Hector

Dr. Stan and Ricky disappeared mid afternoon, so no Curry-Heute for them. Yes, Hector is still on vacation and so was part of the Sunday Afternoon Bier Gathering known as the Bad Boys’ Club. Fish Curry at Café Salma (523 Sauchiehall St, G3 7PQ) flashed though Hector’s Consciousness. I was metres away enjoying some Festival Ale at Hengler’s Circus, one of the better – By Far! – Wetherspoons Outlets in Glasgow. When Jonathan decided to join me the Food Option changed. Have you tried Cafe Salma’s Kofta Bhuna? – I asked. The reply was negative, the intention became positive.

Another Group of Regular Chaps walked in at the same time, Hassan was beside himself. Jonathan remarked about the warmth of the welcome, for us all I presume. The Complementary Poppadoms, Onion Chutney and Dips were on the table in a flash. Kofta Bhuna was verified on The Menu, it had to be Chapattis (£1.00) with Kofta. The Prices at Café Salma have remained stable for some considerable time. The order was taken by Hassan who appeared to be running the show this evening along with his Charming Lady. His Principle Helper was absent, studying for exams. Medium with a kick? – Hassan knows how we like our Curry.

 

A New Addition

There was a Baby in the corner, Hassan and his Lady took turns at Maintenance. The Music was strange at times – Mendi by Barley Manenough, alternated with the Traditional Moroccan. So it goes.

The Kofta Palak was presented, Four Large Balls of Lamb Mince. When halved, a Decent Portion by any standards. This Dish is all about the Masala. Having been Wowed by the Kofta Palak for years, this has become Hector’s preferred Kofta Dish. The Flavours from this Masala are reminiscent of The Village at its best in years gone by. This is something to savour, Curry Pleasure at its best. There is a theory that one of the Original Salma Chefs was poached from The Village. I’m glad I chose this! – remarked Jonathan. Indeed.

 

The Bill

£25.00. With two Bottles of Sparkling Water still great value.

 

The Aftermath

The Baby Photos had to be taken. Hassan is a very proud man. He should be, he serves Excellent Curry.

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A Yadgar Feast – Zu Hause!

Posted on April 13, 2013 by Hector

The Calendar originally stated – Barrel Party, April 13, Shawlands. As our Bier Driver flew on his last trip abroad this was changed to a Bottle Party. Craig and Yvonne had a number in their mind with which they are comfortable hosting, the Round Dozen. Shkoor, Mein Host at Yadgar (148 Calder St, Govanhill, Glasgow, G42 7QP) had been sounded out about delivering Curry en Mass to the Party Venue some time ago. The order for Twelve Goshat Karahi plus Chapattis and whatever quantity of Starters they could manage to make it up to £10.00 per head was placed from Kraków at the start of the week. On Wednesday evening Yvonne was persuaded (… how did we ever manage without Current Communication Technology?)  that as Ricky would be speeding from Kraków to Glasgow for some minor Football Match and would be a House-guest of Dr. Stan, he had to be included also. The order was increased by one. No sooner had this been sorted when it was decided that his Hibernian Partner in Crime, Mr. Boyd, should also be included as they would be at Hampden Park together. So, we were now an unruly fourteen. More Business for Yadgar!

Hector arrived first, and very early. Marg had a Hockey Match so we were down from Aberdeen in great haste. Most of the Usual Suspects would be in attendance, though such is the size of The Company, not all. Pyraser, Tucher and Augustiner Bier featured predominantly in various styles and various ages. We only consume the Very Best.

Shkoor arrived bearing Curry a few minutes after the arranged 17.30. We were eagerly anticipating the Curry, though by this time some were munching on Nibbles such was the voracity of The Appetite. Three Boxes in all.

The Bill

£140.00. Now let’s see what you get for that…

Ricky, the Bradford Curry Guru, and Hector set about carefully piling the Foil Trays, fourteen in all of Goshat Karahi.. Let me state that I am pleased to note the order was all Lamb. No Rice had been ordered, Yvonne was supplying this. A Large Pile of Chapattis was unveiled, enough for two each. Bags of who knows what were opened with vigour. Chicken Chat, Chicken Pakora, Vegetable Pakora, and Samosas. Hands started grabbing whilst we persuaded Yvonne to supply some serving dishes, The Mob was Ravenous.

Two Plastic Trays stood out in isolation… they were filled with Palak Masala. Oh yes!  This was for The Cognoscenti.

The Starters were demolished, yet there was still a mass left when Hector went back for his Main Course. Tracey had gone straight for the Goshat Karahi with no Accompaniments. Howard decided that since his back was hurting he would have his Curry tomorrow. He restricted himself to the Starters. It must have been the Medication causing him to make such a Bizarre Decision.

Mags chose the Correct Curry, Euan was having his first Yadgar Experience. In fact he was the only One of Fourteen who has not Dined at The Premises. The last photo I took of Euan eating Curry was at a Thursday Night Curry Club, well Wetherspoons call it Curry. Robin and Dr. Stan ate and as usual said nothing. Yvonne appeared still eating Chicken. We didn’t know it yet, but Steve was being naughty. Meanwhile in the Kitchen, Jonathan, Craig and Mr. Boyd were well ensconced. Ricky took most time to make positive noises about what he was eating. He knows the pedigree of Yadgar well. Ricky and Hector had of course spotted the Palak at the outset. I chose not to mix them but appreciate the alternating Flavours. Ricky was busy mixing the Karahi and the Palak to make his own blend. The Curry was Excellent, and the Spinach was ……. said The Man from Bradford. Dr. Stan concurred. In the end, Everybody did.

The Aftermath

Euan came out with the line of the day as we all sat motionless afterwards. The Silence of The Lamb. It was very much like The Aftermath of an xmas dinner as we sat, conversation killed, stuffed.

Steve, who arrived last, left first. Steve, himself later realised he hadn’t paid. Shkoor had made no comment when he took the cash, a Gentleman to the last. £10.00 was dropped off at Yadgar last thing this evening into the hands of Mein Host directly.

Can we do this again? – asked Hector. The reply was Positive.

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Kraków – Indus Tandoor – More Curry in Kraków

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Hector

In a near Fit of Pique, Ricky, The Man from Bradford, had agreed to rendezvous at 13.00 for Curry-Heute. Ricky does not normally eat Curry Abroad, his Level of Expectation was certainly Low. I left Marg  at – Camelot – a charming Krakow Café having Lunch and met up with Ricky and Mick, another Man from Bradford. One Glasgow and two Bradford Curry Critics, Indus Tandor (ul. Krowoderska 23, 31-000 Kraków) was certainly about to go on trial.

Ricky has walked past this place many times and thought the entrance was around the corner. There lies a wooden hut, an overflow? The Restaurant is Long and Narrow with strange little Alcoves constructed at angles throughout. I walked through in effect three rooms to find a Waitress. I thought we would be allocated a spacious alcove, in the end we were wedged into a table for three, why? One Female sat alone in one, a couple of Females sat in another. We were wedged.

A Laminated Sheet described various Set Lunches in the Thali-style. Mick chose Meal 3 at 28 PLN, around £5.00. The Rickmeister and The Hector wanted the Full Bhuna and cast this aside in favour of The Menu. The layout was novel, it went on a bit. Today it had to be Lamb, the Kadhai caught my eye early and was not usurped. Behold the Daal Makhani! It had to be ordered. Strange how I have come to find this in Europe more than I find it at home, perhaps once again because this is an Indian Restaurant, not the U.K.’s normal Bangladeshi/Punjabi? Vegetable Pulao felt like a Safe Accompaniment, but ten minutes later after the order had been given I realised that if I was ordering the Daal, I needed Bread, a Roti was added.

Ricky spotted Chicken Samosas which he had never experienced. Keema Peas and a Plain Nan was his Main Choice, staying close to home then. He was obviously doing his best to reduce the chances of being brought Soup.

We waited. We waited more. Ricky was the first to state that the Food was evidently being prepared not just reheated. When an order arrives too soon it is usually a poor sign. After a half hour the Samosas arrived. Dry, and not much Flavour – was Ricky’s verdict. This was further complemented by – Not a Disaster! We waited some more.

The Thali arrived first and Mick correctly got tore in. Three small Tapas Dishes with Meat and Lentil featuring in small portions. The Bread, somewhere between Nan and Roti took up half of the tray. Reasonably Good – and – Not Outstanding – were Mick’s thoughts on what he had consumed.

The two Main Curry Dishes then arrived. The small karahi were placed on individual Candle Burners, a good idea, this would maintain the edge of the heat. Both Rick and Hector’s spirits were raised, this looked as if it could be worthwhile. The Keema Peas (Mutter) was suitably Dry. The Nan was – …on the Thin Side – remarked Ricky. Surprisingly Good – was Ricky’s remark about his Curry. Had worse, even in Bradford. He devoured the lot and went looking for more.

Hector’s Feast

The Main Portions appeared to be small on arrival, they were not, there was a sufficiency of Lamb presented. The Masala was Dark Brown and contained the Dark Red Chillies usually used in South Indian Cooking. The Vegetable Rice was Plain Boiled with Carrots, Green Beans, Peas and Cheese (!) mixed in, this was excellent and there was enough for two people. The Daal Makhani also looked up to scratch. The Roti was half Roti half Chapatti, the best of Both Worlds? Where to begin? I had more food than I could eat. The Daal Makhani was also a full portion, but at £4.00 worth ordering as a Side. I did invite the others to try it, as I slowed down they became more interested.

The Curry had a Gritty Texture and a Good Level of Spice. The Lamb was very well cooked. Although the Intensity of the Flavour Overall was a bit on the Low Side, one felt that this was indeed Authentic Curry. The Curry was not Bursting with Flavour but was most enjoyable. It was Curry.

The Daal was of course something else altogether. It is Soup, that is what one expects. The Creamy Texture guarantees Viscosity, one would assume Cheese is in there too. The near Bitter Taste was in direct contrast to that coming from The Curry. Even Ricky, who was well ensconced by this time, found this Pleasing.

Marg arrived. We had been on the premises well over the Hour. The limited space at the table now became a nuisance, Marg squeezed herself in beside Hector. She assured the Waitress that she was not eating, but moments later was Dipping Roti into Daal. She found it Spicier than she was hoping for. I had been offered it Spicy and so took the chance. By now Mick was helping out too.

The Appetite had been well and truly Sated. One was left with the distinct impression that they do know what they are doing at Indus Tandoor, well worth a visit.

The Bill

152.00 PLN, around £30.00.

The Aftermath

When asked later, The Man from Bradford said he – …enjoyed it actually. Surprisingly Good for Abroad. Is it possible Ricky may seek out Curry Houses in his frequent trips to The Continent?

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Bombaj Tandoori, Kraków – It All Posts Here

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Hector

Today is the Third Anniversary of The Launch of Curry-Heute!

This was always going to be a day of Celebration. April 8 is the Anniversary of the Launch of Curry-Heute, it is three years since the first posting – The Indian Mango in München. As the name of this Blog intended from the outset to report on Curry from an International Perspective, it is fitting that today Hector reports from a new Venue, Krakow, in a New Country – Polska.

April 8 2013 is also our Second Day of Five on a Holden Tour. Ricky, The Man from Bradford, has been trying to get us all to come to Krakow for years. The morning was set aside to visit Schindler’s Factory which was not even on my radar when I first visited Krakow in 1992. There was most likely no Curry Houses back then either, now there are maybe half a dozen or more around Stare Miasto, the Old Town. With a piece of Google Map to hand I had marked one off the map, hoping to track down the one which had the most favourable reports.

The Schindler Factory is a Museum documenting the History of Poland before introducing the anticipated era covering The Holocaust. Coffee in the Factory felt appropriate after Marg and Hector completed the tour. Schindler, who History has written as a Hero despite his nefarious activities, always gave his workers a good lunch. Clive and Maggie arrived just as we were finishing the coffee. It was just after they joined us that I received a text from Howard – Mrs T is immortal. I read out the text – She’s Dead! – I exclaimed. Who? Was the obvious reply. Given the ambivalence towards the Iron Lady, there was a Strange Sensation at being at this Historic Location. Schindler deserves to go down in History as – The Hero. As a Scot who presented himself on the Labour Market between 1979 and 1981, I have little respect for Britain’s first Lady Prime Minister. In that time time Job Vacancies simply evaporated.

I sent a text to Robin immediately, to apologise for not being able to meet him for a Bier Today. We agreed more than a decade ago that the moment She was no more, we would go straight to the Pub. At 16.00 Polish time, in Omerta, I proposed a Toast –  To Arthur Scargill.

In the meantime there had to be Lunch. Walking up through Kazimierz, the Jewish Quarter, the sight of Restaurants with Hebrew Script planted one Food Type in my mind – Falafel!     I tried three places, no luck. The fourth venue on the street turned out to be the Bombaj Tandoori (Krakow, ul. Szeroka 7-8), Falafel would wait, it was time for Curry-Heute! Marg had Coffee and Cake in her mind and so stayed at the previous venue.

The room of the Bombaj Tandoori was not a big one, though stairs went somewhere, perhaps there was another business operating from the same address upstairs. There would be a dozen Co-Diners, a good sign. The Waitress showed me initially to a small table for two at the window then asked if I would prefer the adjacent table for four. I took the Comfort Option.

The Menu did not have any of my favoured Punjabi Dishes, this could well be a true Indian Restaurant. The Prices were all expensive for Poland but still less than what would pay at Home for a Curry, Bradford would still be Cheaper. I then realised that for the first time anywhere, The Fish was three quarters the price of the Lamb. Maybe this should always be the case.

So Fish Masala it would be, I asked for Minimal Masala and Medium to Hot. This appeared to be understood, though there was consternation about the Spiciness of the Curry served to a group of four whose female complement was evidently not coping with what they had been brought. Peas Pilau was the chosen Accompaniment, I did not see Chapattis and I am apparently going through a Rice Phase again.

The wait was a decent time. The aforementioned group of four were served after a table of six. A young chap had by now been given the table I declined. This place was doing business. The Trusty Samsung was updating me on The News, the Jokes started to arrive by Text. Have people prepared these in advance? Adam Boulton’s timely and solemn Obituary for Sky News was not just cobbled together in the previous hour. The Tributes all rolled in, the Dignitaries all had to make the usual noises. Jo Public clearly had other ideas, as did an MP from Bradford.

The Curry immediately impressed. There was about six decent sized pieces of what could have been Salmon, hard to tell, but by the Texture and Density this was my conclusion. The Brown (Yay!) Masala was on the Thin Side but was thankfully not excessive, the message had got though to The Kitchen. Not surprisingly the Fish Flavour was pronounced, however, the Masala had its own Unique Flavour, certainly a New Experience. Occasionally a Cumin Seed exploded in my mouth. The Rice indeed featured Peas but was a bit on the Stodgy side. Paella Rice was what came to mind, so with the Fish, Perfect! A bit more Seasoning (in a Fish Curry?) and this could have been Outstanding, overall it was a Pretty Decent Curry.

Marg returned to fetch me just as I was finishing, she knows how long a Curry takes.

The Bill

42.40 PLN, around £8.50. This included the Sparkling Water. A Good Feed at a Favourable Price.

The Aftermath

The next Restaurant we passed in Kazimierz sold Falafel…

It was soon time for the 16.00 Rendezvous, there was a topic of conversation that dominated. We were all of one mind, seven of us whose origins include Aberdeen, Strathclyde (as was), Yorkshire and West Sussex.

Ricky, The Man from Bradford was a bit miffed that he had not been invited for a Curry-Heute.

It was only when I had time to take stock that I realised that the Bombaj Tandoori was in fact the required Curry House located off my map.

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Goshat Karahi – Yadgar!

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Hector

Neil was once again joining Hector for the Saturday afternoon Curry-Heute Ritual. Having made his first genuine visit to Yadgar (148 Calder St., Govanhill, G42 7QP) only two weeks ago, it was time for Neil to experience their Signature Dish, the Goshat Karahi. With the appetite not still fully restored after the Orcadian Ordeal and Neil’s food intake not as gargantuan as others Co-Diners, Hector contacted Shkoor, Mein Host, in the usual manner. Two normal sized potions of Boneless Yadgar Goshat Karahi in their Classic Style were pre-ordered. The order was confirmed in seconds.

Yadgar was quite busy for a mid Saturday afternoon. An extended family occupied the largest tables in the middle of the room. Neil arrived moments after I had chosen a window seat. This time it was my choice to sit in the window. In all about twenty covers would have been served during our stay, one couple I recognised, He watches, she enjoys a Kebab.

The Sparkling Water was celebrated again, Hector’s perfect Curry Tipple.

I had not ordered any Accompaniments and so having checked with Neil I went up to he counter and ordered two Vegetable Rice from Ahmed. No Chapattis? – he enquired. The Rice would be a good test of the extent of the restoration of the Appetite.

Onion and Mango Chutney were brought, a few more moments three freshly fried Poppadoms were set before us. As we began nibbling on these a bowl of Raita and another of Heated Chilli Sauce were brought then the Yadgar Salad. All of this is Complementary.

Having made the order for two Standard Portions I expected the standard plates of Curry to be next out. Instead the Large Karahi of Boneless Goshat Karahi made another appearance. This was not two Standard Portions, it was nearer the Kilo! Two Steaming Hot and Mountainous Plates of Vegetable Rice completed the order. No Chapattis? – I was asked again.

Two things were now obvious, Neil was beaten before he started, I would be hard pushed to make a decent impression in what sat before us. Spooning a very healthy portion straight on to the plate of Vegetable Rice felt the way ahead for me. Neil, however, spooned some Rice and then some Curry on to the spare plate. The Rice contained a decent quantity of Potato, plus Cauliflower, Carrots and Peas, almost a Meal in its own right. But it is The Curry we are here for.

Before one begins one can tell it will be Special. The decent sized pieces of Lamb, too many to count, shrouded in a beautiful Thick Masala that one knows is just going to ooze Flavour. Then as one gets to the bottom of the Karahi, the Ghee that has collected has to be spooned also, even more Flavours wrapped up in the Liquid. Mr. Arshad, The Chef had nodded when I arrived, now he came over to enquire that all was well. I told him how wonderful his creation was and that there is obviously something in there that I cannot identify. He is not up to revealing the Secret of the Yadgar Goshat Karahi. He did mention that he thought the Fresh Green Chillies were of particular note. They may add the definite Kick, from where the Distinctive Yadgar Flavour comes from…

Neil was of course impressed, how could he not be. It was 1974 when Neil and I first started eating Curry together, The Businessman’s Lunch at Akbar in Cochrane St. Another stand out Curry venue after that was @ 1977 when Neil invited me through to Dundee to visit the Gungadin. The Murgh Masala Bad Shuli (spelling improvised) had Flavours never encountered before. It is reported that some of the original people still operate in Dundee, any information much appreciated. (Yes, Hector did try a Chicken Dish, just that once!)

I was able to eat half of the Curry that had been delivered. Neil ate way more than he normally does and there was still more than a portion left for a Doggy Bag. Neil will be eating Yadgar Curry into the middle of next week.

The Bill

£30.00. This appears to be the fixed price, per person, I pay no matter what I eat.

The Aftermath

There was a Rendezvous in the very busy Allison Arms, something to do with a horse race. The New Fridge was in situ, the contents more Weizen and Dunkles than one would hope for. Serious Bock Biers were left alone by Hector who has an early rise tomorrow.

With a new manager, we have to start all over again.

Why can’t things just stay the same?

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Keesmann Bock and Curry at Hector’s House

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Hector

Now That’s What I Call Curry – Vol 2

A Friday Evening Barrel Party? With the majority of us free for an early start, and so few Saturdays not accounted for, this was Hector’s idea, bound to be a success then.

KRK was the Source of the Mutton as ever. Two Kilogrammes for just under £20.00. In addition to the Fresh Ginger, Green Chillies, Coriander and Methi, Hector spotted a new Ingredient – a Jar of Karela Pickle! Hopefully this would give the Achari Effect but maintain the Dry Flavour that I seek and marvel at, and occasionally manage to reproduce.

The Lamb was placed in one Pot along with Vegetable Oil, the Karela Pickle, Garam Masala and some Tamarind Resin that needed using. This was slow cooked for two hours to ensure the Mutton was suitably Tender. Appearing much like Lamb Stew for most of the two hours, when the Liquid did start to Reduce I ended up with something that was definitely Curry-like, I could have served this as was.

The Masala was prepared separately, as I have tended to do in recent months. Hector’s Lamb Curry for Eight gives a parallel account of the proceedings. Following my Own Basic Lamb Bhuna Recipe with of course a few Tweeks, this would make a worthy addition to the Mutton Brew. Methi Seeds and Cumin Seeds were Cracked in the Vegetable Oil along with both Green and Black Cardamoms. Grating Fresh Ginger for Eight Mouths is taxing enough, hence the Two Bags of Frozen Chopped Onions. It may feel like £2.50 well spent, but KRK were offer 5Kg Bags of Onions for £1.50. Added to the normal Spices for the Masala was some Dried Curry Leaves, the whole Bunch of Coriander and the Leaves and Small Stems from the Methi Bunch. Hector likes Herbs in Curry, it’s a Bradford thing…

The entire supply of Potatoes available in Hector’s House was peeled and chopped small, then boiled. There could be no repeat of the Potato disaster of 2011. Fresh Mushrooms were halved. Two Interesting Vegetables should suffice.

When the entire mix looked happy, a carton of Natural Yoghurt was mixed in to improve the Palour add a little more Liquid.

Boiled Rice and Chapattis were served as Accompaniments.

The Verdict

As The Chef I knew what I was trying to create, I believe I got it spot on. There was a Distinctive Tang with the Dry Herb Flavours to the fore. Seven of Eight described the Curry as Very ****. Tracey and Yvonne held up their forks to ask – What is this Vegetable?  The Potatoes were so integral, they had failed to spot them.  No Uncookable Potatoes this time.

Dr. Stan was first to go back for Seconds, so that says it all. The Spice level was on the edge of Craig’s Tolerance Levels, so when he went back for more I knew it had been a success. Tracey marvelled at the Blasts she was getting from the Cumin Seeds. Tracey had a Takeaway too.

The Aftermath

Well the Curry was in the middle of the event. The Keesmann Bock remains sweeter than the halcyon days, but is still an excellent Bier. Once upon a time we described it as The Best Bier on The Planet.

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Kirkwall – Orkney Islands – Indian Garden – Dine here at your Peril!

Posted on April 3, 2013 by Hector

A Garden without Herbs?

The only way to bring the Orcadian Venture to a conclusion was with Curry-Heute. Kirkwall’s other Curry House, Indian Garden (37 Junction Rd, Kirkwall, Orkney Islands, KW15 1AG) was the venue by default. Less has been written about this Curry House, so one concludes it is the newer of the two. Dil Se had impressed on Monday evening so there was an air of optimism. The Menu had been perused soon after arrival on Sunday as we passed by, there would be choice.

We entered around 19.30 to find The Lone Diner sitting one booth from the window. So why did the Waiter sit us right behind him, and in the window? I do not enjoy being Window Dressing.

The Menu was presented, Hector had the choice of Saag Wala which promised to contain Fenugreek and Spinach. Too much of this recently. The Balti was almost tempting as was the South Indian Chilli. The Karahi was calling, as long as the fated Capsicum could be excluded. This promised Green Herbs too.

Marg was attracted by the Lamb Tiger Special. The Menu claimed that once tasted it would never be forgotten. It was noted that no attempt had been made to describe The Taste. We agreed once again on sharing a Garlic Nan and Mushroom Rice.

The prices here were a few pence less than their only Curry Competition, there wasn’t much in it. The room sat potentially maybe forty covers. The Booths on our wall gave way to open seating in the main part of the room with a more private corner diagonally opposite where we were seated.

The order was given and accepted, no Capsicum. The Sparkling Water and an Apple Concoction were the Drinks of choice. The place was licensed.

There were audible scraping sounds coming from the Kitchen, Chef was busy. Very warm plates were set before us along with the candle lit dish warmer. Here comes the food.

The Cast Iron Karahi was set before Hector with a warning not to touch, yes it would be hot. Marg’s Tiger Dish and the Mushroom Rice were sat on the warmer. The roundish Nan arrived moments later.

Red

Just how Red can a Curry be? The Karahi had Lamb in there somewhere, the Meat content was insufficient. There was an abundance of Roughly Cut Onions, indeed this looked, felt and tasted like an Onion Curry. The Masala was, Red and Oily, as in Really Red. Have I described how Red the Meal was in sufficient detail to describe the colour? If Red has a Taste, I tasted it. All I could taste from the Curry was Onion.  Green Herbs?  Where?

The Mushrooms from the Rice stood out as it had at Dil Se, good Mushrooms up here. Dipping a piece of Nan brought no more to the Palate, this was a Garlic Nan?

Marg’s Curry was basically a Patia with Nuts on top, and it was Red too. I had to taste it to verify the Masala was not the same as the Karahi, the Tiger Masala was much sweeter. This suited Marg, but one day she will crave Karela and put these Sweet Dishes behind her. Marg found the Bight-Sized pieces of Tender Lamb, and it was definitely Lamb, to her liking. She too found the Mushroom Rice to be the stand-out part of the Meal.  (I noted that for a Mainstream Curry, Tender Lamb was not an option, only Beef.)

The Waiter Returned

A few weeks ago at The Village, Marg felt she had to speak out, today it was Hector’s turn. When asked the customary question I had to answer honestly. I have a plate of Onions here, and why it it so Red? The Waiter told me it was from The Spices. I challenged this immediately – Spices do not colour Curry like this, only Food Dye does. I stated clearly – I am disappointed. He retreated.

 The Bill

£26.30. This included two Soft Drinks.

The Aftermath

The Calling Card was offered and accepted – I will have a look – Hector was assured. The Waiter offered an explanation as to the Redness of the Food – It is from the Tomato Purée, it is not Dye. Aye right! I was asked on departure if I was local. I don’t know if my answer helped.

Marg was somewhat embarrassed with proceedings and was worried that I had not enjoyed my final Orcadian Meal. But this is all part of the Great Experience that is Curry.

Not since the Swarg (Bamberg, Bayern) have I been given such a poor Curry. Had it been a Mainstream Curry, say Dopiaza, I might have been more forgiving, but Karahi? Come on.

I suggest those behind Indian Garden reconsider what they present as Curry, this does not pass muster.

Update – The Morning After

Hector became reacquainted with his intake from the Indian Garden at 04.00, 06.00 and in multi-formats at 08.00 and 09.30.  In the three years of writing Curry-Heute this is a first.

Indian Garden, Kirkwall deserves the accolade of Worst Curry-Heute Experience.  Go to Dil Se.

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Kirkwall – Orkney Islands – Dil Se – Hector’s First Orcadian Curry

Posted on April 1, 2013 by Hector

Curry in The Pink

Hector and Marg get the Spring Vacation under-way, proper, with a first ever trip to Orkney. Hector tends to fly South towards the Sun, this year there is no Heat outside of The Tropics in the Northern Hemisphere we feel. Arriving yesterday by ‘Plane we spent the afternoon familiarising ourselves with Kirkwall and locating the Two Curry Houses. Dil Se (7 Bridge St, Kirkwall, Orkney Islands KW15 1HR) with its garish Pink Exterior certainly was not difficult to spot. Prior research had suggested that this may be the better of the two, however, Indian Garden may have the better Menu. We shall see, hopefully.

After a very long day covering the West and North of what the Orcadians call The Mainland, Hector was ready for Curry-Heute. Skara Brae had lived up to expectations, the Broch of Gurness was unknown until today, whilst the time spent with Rob at the Highland Brewery, Swannay, will be written up Bier-Traveller.

Entering just before 18.00 we were the first customers of the day. We were given a table with four settings on the right of the long room. The Exterior Pink had been maintained inside too. With the Interior Lighting, Pink did not feel out of place. In fact the Interior was well decorated, there was Space too. The Orcadian small windows had made it difficult to see in. One should not let the Pink be off-putting.

Mein Host presented the Menu, now there was Fun to be had here, and not a Flag in sight. Main Courses were available at say £8.90. The price with Rice or Nan was listed beside this, at £11.90. There was no saving whatsoever, Puzzling. Can people not add? The table had an advertisement offering a 20% Discount, or to be precise a Fixed Price of £16.00 for Starter, Main Course plus Nan/Rice. What Starter costs £8.00 in order to create a total of £20.00 so that a saving of £4.00 could made? Perhaps they do hope people cannot add?

We decided to go a la carte and no Starters. Having dismissed the page of Tikka Dishes, this did not leave a large selection. The words Karahi, Methi and Fenugreek were not spotted on the Menu. Vindaloo was considered, Balti was dismissed. Once again I was in the mood for Rice. The Mushroom Rice looked appropriate. Marg jumped in at this point and stated she was having Lamb Achari. This was described as being Mango based and not the expected Pickle. A Garlic Nan would accompany. So Rogon Josh it was for The Hector. But there’s more. Marg had spotted another Special Offer on the Menu, buy two Sides and make a genuine saving. I fancied a Side of Bombay Aloo. I had to explain to Marg that Rice is a Sundry and Aloo a Side, so again no saving.

The £4.95 charge for a Bottle of Sparkling Water was dismissed as ridiculous. At £1.60 for a 330ml Bottle, well I shall let the Reader do the Arithmetic this time…

The order was placed, the wait was worryingly short. When the Waiter pushed the Trolley out after only a few minutes I felt we were in for something quite poor, we would as it happened be pleasantly surprised. The Achari was the classic Soup-like Masala. I was glad I had not ordered this. Marg took some of the impressive Vegetable Rice (OK, Mushroom was dominant), there was more than enough to share. She then dipped with the Tasty Garlic Nan quarter confirming a Sweet and Mango Flavoured Masala. This Marg liked, but it was far too Sweet for Hector. Marg went on to remark that there was a strong similarity to Patia but as the Masala was not the customary Patia-Red, the Pale Brown worked. Let Patia be enjoyed by those who order Chicken, in our book, Lamb Patia does not work. Hector has cooked it, never again.

The Rogon Josh was a completely different Dish. With plentiful Lamb and a better than average viscous Masala, this Dish had promise. We both knew we were eating Lamb, the quality of the Meat was excellent. Onion Slices and the customary Half-cooked Tomato gave the Dish the justifiable Rogon Josh nomenclature. There was a decent Kick and a Flavour I have never experienced before, Earthy is how Marg described her sample. It helps when the Co-Diner adds a new Adjective. The Bombay Aloo turned out to be the Perfect Accompaniment. There was an Aromatic Flavour from the Potatoes, not my usual Methi Blast. Aromatic and Earthy, a Curry with Flavour! This is not always the case. Some tiny pieces of the dreaded Green Capsicum appeared from the Rice but this was negligible, well almost. The Rice with Bits did enhance the overall experience even the Mushrooms tasted of em, Mushroom! I had a Quarter of the Nan to mop up the excess Masala.

This was a well above average Curry Experience in a Restaurant with a Modest but Mainstream Menu.

The Bill

£33.40. Marg had a Soft Drink and a Coffee too, so with the Side Dish, this is exactly what would be paid back in Glasgow. No Savings, but a Decent Price.

The Aftermath

The Calling Card was presented and explained. The Waiter showed it to his Colleague who had been present throughout. Our Curry Pedigree was outlined. Glasgow was acknowledged as being a City of Curry. Birmingham was then bid by our Hosts, we saw their Birmingham and raised them a Bradford. Pleasant Chaps.

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The New Karahi Palace was missing Hector

Posted on March 30, 2013 by Hector

After two very Mainstream Curry-Heute Experiences, it was time for Hector to return to the Tried and Tested, and usually Excellent.

The New Karahi Palace (51-53 Nelson Street, Glasgow, G5 8DZ) was long overdue a return visit. The relaunching off the nearby Village must have set them back again. Only someone who truly knows their Curry would chose to enter these very modest premises.

Shahed was still behind the counter, so Hector was recognised on entry. Rasheed, the Chef was still in situ and acknowledges me too, all was well.

Shahed looked at me and uttered Lamb Karahi, he then upgraded this to Karela. The Lamb Karahi Karela at this venue is not to be missed. I have been given a lot of Soup-like Curry in my most recent Elsewhere Curry Sojourns which would have been better with Rice. After the wonderful Vegetable Rice at Yadgar last Saturday this Accompaniment has bubbled up once again in Hector’s preferred Standard. No Vegetable Rice was on offer and so I negotiated a Half-Portion of Aloo Mutter, this would enhance the overall Vegetable Experience.

I took my usual seat, again the Lone Diner, the Takeaway business was continuous. Shahed came over with the Complementary Salad and Raita. He confirmed that I did not need a Chapatti, he has never known me to have anything else.

Where have you been?

I had to explain my three month absence. I have many other places to visit and I must try new venues too. What I have found out is that when I do come to the Karahi Palace, I tend to return for a second visit soon after.

The Boss

A Chap I had never seen before came in and looked as if he knew his way about. He also nodded at The Lone Diner. He was straight behind the counter and was dishing out the Takeaways. He also helped himself to what he must have phoned in and disappeared. I was told later this was Ayaz, I had guessed correctly as to his status.

I sat with the Salad for a few moments with no weapons with which to eat it. As I called Rasheed he turned around with Cutlery in hand. I was only halfway through the Salad when Rasheed then brought my Mains. Not enough time had elapsed since giving the order. No way could this be up to the usual standard, it wasn’t.

The plate of Rice was Huge and Steaming Hot. The Rising Vapours from the Aloo Mutter are caught on photograph. The Karela Lamb looks wonderful too. Served as comprising of a Lamb Chop, more pieces of Lamb on-the-bone and plenty off, this could have been sublime. Clearly this was Lamb. Superficially everything about this looked perfect, alas there was an underlying Wateriness to the Masala. The Kick was there, the expected Flavours not. It was only when the thin strips of Karela were encountered that any real Flavour emerged, the classic Dry Bitterness. The taste-buds were working as was confirmed by the wonderful Potatoes and Peas. The Curry was not right. Next time back to basics, Lamb Karahi, Methi, Dry… I thought that was why I chose to come here tonight.

The Bill

£12.60.  For consecutive Curry Reports, The Boss was on The Premises, surely this does not make a difference?  I shall be back, one Off-Day is permissible, and I know what they are capable of.

The Aftermath

Rasheed to asked where I had been for the last few months. Two visits ago was sheer perfection, I could easily have moved in here. There are always more Curry Houses to try.

 

 

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Green Chilli Cafe, Glasgow’s West End

Posted on March 29, 2013 by Hector

Hector’s Holidays are Hectic, not Horrible

In the first full day of the spring vacation, Marg and Hector left their modest domicile and headed towards the West End. We have not been to Mother India’s Café for some time, still Marg’s favourite. Alas we were advised that it would be  twenty minutes before a table would be free, we did not have twenty minutes to wait. The adjacent Dining In had previously not impressed, despite being in the same chain. Ashoka West End, fundamental to the Harlequin chain beckoned but was not open at lunchtime. We crossed the road to another Harlequin venue, the Green Chilli Café (1293 Argyle St, Glasgow, G3 8TL), this would be our first visit.

This venue was known as The Spice of Life for years. The Manager would tell us that they relaunched under the present Moniker to serve Authentic Indian Food. The Menu did not convey anything out of the usual, but time would tell.

We were sat after a few moments of wondering if there was anyone on duty, at the window seat on the balcony. Two further upstairs rooms completed the seating area. The downstairs remains the Bar. Do folk enjoy being held here and plied with alcohol and hence run up a significant sum before being seated? The Waiter gave us the Menu and that was the last we saw of anyone. With my back to the room I could hear folk finishing off and leaving. The place might have been busy this Holiday Friday Lunchtime, a quieter period was looming. We sat, and sat, still no service. Eventually, having dealt with The Chaps seated behind me, Marg called over the presumably very busy Waiter. I told him we had been waiting more than ten minutes to place an order. Marg thought it was much more than ten. With a single Soft Drink priced around £2.50, the £3.50 for a Litre Bottle of Sparkling Water looked like the better option. The Waiter wrote this down and attempted to move away. Whoa!

You are ready to make your food order? – he asked. The Hector look was cast.

Marg had been looking forward to what she thinks is the best Butter Chicken anywhere, served at Mother India’s Café. She would try it here, along with a Mixed Pakora. All Dishes were available as Full Portions or Tapas at half the price. Half a Portion one then assumes.

I had Machi Masala in mind as we drove to the West End. The Goan Fish available at Green Chilli has a Coconut based Masala, not for me, today anyway. The Desi Lamb had to be tried. Bhindi Gosht was ordered just to maintain my Lamb levels. What did have Hector excited was the availability of Daal Makhani, a wonderful Dish I have only been served in Europe. I was puzzled to read Tomatoes as part of the Ingredients, hopefully there would be no Red Overdose. The order was recited. The Waiter wrote it down. Plain Paratha – he said, Hector had not spotted any other Paratha on offer, so why – Plain? Marg opted for a Roti (£1.00).

And so we began the wait, again. A Waitress came on duty, maybe the service might improve. By now we would have been much better waiting the twenty minutes at Mother India’s Café.  A lot of waiting.

Doris brought Marg’s Butter Chicken and her Roti. My Two Lamb Dishes were brought along with the Daal. No Paratha. Marg started whilst the food was hot. Hector had no means of eating his food without the Paratha. Yet another wait whilst my dishes cooled. Eventually, the Paratha and the Mixed Pakora arrived. There was an apology for the delay.

The Butter Chicken could not possibly be as good as…, it wasn’t. Marg described the Butter Chicken as being Sweet and to her Palate. She was surprised at the Tomato content and hence the Redness. Yes, a classic Plate of Soup, Tomato Soup! That Marg had to take some of my Paratha suggests the Roti could have been more substantial. The Pakora, normally a Starter, arriving last was amusing. The number of pieces was towards the minimal. When one compares what a typical Takeaway gives for a similar price then one is left to consider profiteering as a motive.. Haggis Pakora is no more than Haggis in Batter, the same essentially as served in any Chip Shop. I do not see the attraction.  A Gimmick? Enough on this.

The Desi Lamb had four Pieces of Meat, one cannot help examine Lamb closely these days… very Dark Meat… Whilst cooked well, the Tapas Portion meant one was getting into when the Meat was gone. I was left with a heap of a classic Thick Masala, but again Soup came to mind. The Desi Lamb was clearly distinguishable from the Bhindi Gosht by coming in a different shaped bowl. The Desi had a sliver of Red Capsicum, the Bhindi a couple of small pieces of Okra. Apart from this there was no apparent difference in content. The Masala in the latter was much the same as the Desi. On the positive side, this Masala was well Seasoned and had a considerable amount of Flavour, it was pleasant, simply excessive. Hector, as we know, prefers More Meat and Less Sauce!

Daal Makhani is Soup. A Thick blend of Cream, and today Tomatoes, and usually an array of Lentils. This version featured Black Lentils only. However, having searched for months to find it I could not consider disappointment. The Paratha came into its own. This was a lovely thick Paratha and scooped up the remaining Masala. It was then employed as anticipated to enable the Daal to be enjoyed.  A beautiful Dry, almost Musty Flavour.

It was at this point that the Manager explained the plan to be Authentic. I found nothing different in what had been presented, the Daal Makhani excepted. As far as I am concerned this venue sells Mainstream Curry. One is also left to speculate as to the existence of a Central Ashoka Kitchen? Mother India’s owner  admitted to Hector that their food is prepared in one place and sent out to their various outlets. The Manager also said his Boss was on the premises dining with his Mother. This would be Sanjay Majhu himself. But more importantly his Mother would possibly  be The Mrs. Majhu! It was in Mrs Majhu’s, now the Wee Curry House on Byres Rd., where Hector had the Driest Curry he has ever been served in Glasgow. This was a legendary time, one could not get enough of this Lamb Dish.

The Bill

£30.55. We had been fed, the Meal was pleasant enough.

The Aftermath

The Calling Card was presented and went straight into the pocket of the Waiter. Did it ever see the light of day again. He apologised once more for the delays. The Curry-Heute Calling Card has now been presented in three Harlequin Outlets. As I let Marg through the door she remarked – I don’t think you’ll be coming back here. Indeed true, and I doubt if there will be a fourth Calling Card.

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