
Thunderstorm over, and having completed my duties at the Glasgow Real Ale Festival – G-RAF – it was time to eat. Having been nothing but critical of Karahi Palace (New-co) (51-53 Nelson Street, Tradeston, Glasgow, G5 8DZ) in recent weeks due to their unreliable opening times, and serving up the wrong Curry, it was time for another go.
21.20, hopefully they hadn’t closed early.
Four chaps, sitting at my favourite table, was the first thing that caught the eye as I entered. Approaching the counter, the most recent Chef was not in situ. However, here was a young, bearded chap, displaying a beaming smile of recognition. Behold Moiz (Darbar Grill), whose photo first appeared in Curry-Heute as a young boy back in 2016. He has been serving me in subsequent visits to Darbar Grill when his father, Ahmed, has not been present.
I had to ask what he was doing here.
We took over a week and a half ago!
I have to admit to the heart sinking. The recent Chef could almost replicate the wonder that was the Karahi Lamb (£12.00) as prepared by Chef Rashid or the former manager, Ayaz. This surely means the end of Karahi Palace as the Hector knows it. One hundred and forty two visits, now to be reclassified in [square brackets] as – no more!
Let’s get the Order placed and find out. A Chapatti (£1.00) would accompany. Moiz asked if I wanted Tawa or Tandoori. That was new, Tandoori, always. Moiz said the Tawa would be thinner, which I actually prefer, next time.

I sat at the adjacent table to the chaps who were finishing a kilo of Karahi Gosht. A kilo between four? The Hector had to engage. Their remnants looked as though they had been served something decent. That at least two ended up behind the counter at some point suggests they have their – fingers in the pie – as Curry Bill likes like to put it.
On asking for a jug of water, Moiz brought me a glass bottle of seriously chilled tap water, cutlery wrapped in a napkin, and a glass with a further napkin.
This was a pukka start, and gone hopefully, are the days of plastic cups etc., or is this just a case of – green – woke?
A modest Salad, no Raita, accompanied the meal. The Chapatti was visibly different to that normally served here, holes! Still wholemeal but slightly smaller, this would suffice.



Karahi Lamb
Wot, no karahi? The bowl did look alien. Maybe they have to invest in some karahi.
Topped with a threat of Coriander but copious Ginger Strips and sliced Green Chillies, this Karahi Gosht did look the part.
Bones had not been discussed, but assumed. Karahi Palace have had a policy in recent years of all Lamb Curry being served on-the-bone. How it should be, but those of us who have come to accept this are biased. The added Flavour is significant. Tonight, no Sucky Bones, the marrow from which is the key.
The Meat was delightfully Soft, on the edge of turning to pulp, a feature for which I often congratulate Chefs. The Masala did not seem right at all. A watery residue, not Oil, collected at the base of the bowl.
The Chillies meant that the Spice could only build. The Seasoning was to my liking, and I hadn’t asked. The distinctive Flavours of the – Karahi Palace-Karahi Lamb – were nowhere to be found. The transfer of knowledge had not been a feature of the takeover.
Now the notes become brutal – this is closer to a Spicy Lamb Stew than a Karahi Gosht. Having had the Karahi Gosht at Darbar Grill, the mother shop, this bore no resemblance to that either. There is clearly work to be done here.
A tingly tongue and slivers of Bones marked the end of the meal.


The four chaps had Kashmiri Tea at the end of their meal. Moiz brought me Green Tea, a nice gesture, and thankfully without milk, else I would have been forced to decline.
A cup of Tea at the end of a Curry brings a wonderful Spicy warmth to the roof of the mouth. Something I first learned about the age of seven when having a ‘Scotch Pie’, or – Pie – as we call it in Scotland. Pie, Haggis, Square Slice (Sausage), all – Spicy.
The Bill
£13.00 Prices as advertised, though I had to pay cash, the card payment not being installed yet.
The Aftermath
Firstly, my verdict on the Curry was sought.
Too wet, needs to be drier, and more Methi!
My responsibility – was Moiz’s reply.
So, this place is – his. Quite a responsibility.
The young Chef has recently come over from Pakistan, speaks no English and was previously with them at Darbar Grill. We agreed that – Desi – is what I seek. Chef needs to learn, I seek what he cooked in his Homeland. I had to ask Moiz if he knows of the Spicy Desi Korma, a Curry that had also become a firm Hector favorite at Karahi Palace. The reply was positive, I suggested that he tell me at what point in the future I can order this.
Now to relate what’s happening.
Moiz wants to renovate and change the name to – Mehfil – a gathering, or to entertain, praise someone. I mentioned that pre-Lockdown, Ayaz had plans to up the ambience and have staff in a recognisable uniform. Moiz held up his – Slater’s – bag. He appreciates that if this is – his place – he has to be seen to dress for the part.
Please, no tablecloths!
We went upstairs, possibly the first time I have been up there since – Visit #100. Moiz had found the #100 certificate and also recognised Aqeel from back in the day. The present décor is less – ice-cream shop, but needs a rethink. Gutting this and making the frontage more appealing will require a significant investment, the chaps downstairs? Karahi Palace could have been so much more.
The potential of these premises was inevitably discussed. When the good employees of Barclays are – forced? – to return to their new workplace, then surely lunchtime trade here shall boom. Here is, in effect, a village on their doorstep. Moiz mentioned – wraps – I suggested Scottish Rolls, a la Morton’s!
Lunchtime: Fridays aside (14.00), Mehfil (Karahi Palace) once again opens at noon. The Hector shall soon be back to test this, however, there is another ongoing project.
When I first met Ahmed, Moiz’s father, at Darbar Grill, he knew me from my visits to Sheerin Palace. This was also the case when I first set foot in Shahi Mahal, Zahir also recognised me from Sheerin Palace. The staff at Sheerin Palace tend not to be talkative, evidently they know their customers. So, Ahmed and Zahir worked together for years. I need another couple of worthy visits to get Shahi Mahal into the – Glasgow’s Top Rated – category. That project may well take longer with Mehfil hopefully being open as was stated.
Finally, the elephant missing from the room: it is not for these pages to give personal details, however, Chef Rashid remains in limbo. Getting him back is not impossible, reportedly. If Chef Rashid can be accommodated at the new Mehfil, assuming this name change comes about, then what made Karahi Palace unique in terms of – Flavour – shall be reinstated. With the pedigree of Sheerin Palace and Darbar Grill added to that long established at Karahi Palace, then surely, Mehfil will most certainly be on the Curry map. Hector, Curry-Heute, shall watch and report as and when.
March 18th marked Hector’s
With the domestic hockey season over, Marg once again realised that if she didn’t join me for Curry-Heute, she wouldn’t be fed. Marg knew where I was headed, and did not question what I had in mind on arrival. No Aloo Keema (£6.00 for Marg today, she was caught in the trap.
We took the table which has already become – Hector’s spot – in the otherwise empty premises. Two chaps would take the booth behind us, they only snacked.
Before taking his leave, the assistant offered to change the TV channel. We were happy to stick with the Asian. No offer of –
These are not complimentary – I informed Marg. However, I knew she would appreciate the distraction. Two 500ml bottles of Water (£1.00) completed the Order. 



Topped with Coriander, Ginger Strips and sliced Bullet Chillies, this Karahi Gosht was served in the classic – Desi – style. The quantity both impressed and challenged. Looking back to the – kilo – served last month in
The Oil appeared minimal initially, but did collect on the big spoon before the base of the karahi was exposed. Thereafter, the slick duly formed. Marg was in here oft with her Chapatti – heart attack on a plate – I warned. Many are put off by the Oil, those who know, appreciate the mother-lode of Flavour contained therein. 



The substantial remaining portion was taken up to the counter, with about a third of the Naan, then duly taken away for packing.
One of the 5 places for a great Glasgow Curry

Arriving punctually, I gave my Sunday name, we were led beyond a large group to one of the four remaining tables. Ali, I believe it was he, helped me in to the table, the social distancing barrier was still in situ. Actually, as the photo of Hector below shows, this might predate Covid. The decor hasn’t changed, nor have the staff. Surely the lady behing the bar has been there since the 1990s?
Pholan Devi 

The Naan came as soon as, nowhere near as large as the halcyon days when it was 
That’s a serious Topping of sliced Green Chillies.
With the abundant Green Chillies, there was a suitable – kick. The Seasoning was woefully lacking. On the second Alishan post in Curry-Heute, ironically titled – 
Keema Khumbi should be served as Dry as a … not have an Oil slick sitting on top. Why was this not dabbed off before serving? Far too wet, again, it’s just as well we had the Rice to absorb the wettest Keema I have seen in yonks.
It’s got a kick! – exclaimed Marg at the outset. Oh we’re back to the pre-
Having finished all on the table save a scrap of Naan, Ali saw the empty plates.
In the hope that the mob might actually be leaving, and I report the longest departure in history, Marg ordered ice-cream. The Alishan still serves industrially produced Desserts. Honey Pot (£3.95), complete with almonds, was her choice. 







There was a half kilo of brown Turkey Meat needing cooked, and nobody else to cook for. It may have been a year past its – best before – but being a packet of dry ingredients, well, why not? It was time to use up one of two remaining Curry Kits from Rafi’s Spicebox (









We all know that in Urdu, Turkey translates as a variant of Chicken. Brown Turkey Meat is way more absorbent than Chicken, though not having been in the Masala for that long, the limitations of a quick Curry were exposed. There was a definite packet taste, but to be fair, the ingredients had been in the polythene for some eighteen months. 

Not since early
Hector managed to arrive at 

Eight pieces, a whole Fish, by any other description. When
14.38, my precious. Shafiq had done well, especially given the stream of customers front of shop.
Who would need a second Chapatti? Behold, a huge, Wholemeal Flour based Chapatti, featuring one large risen blister. Light, thin, filling, around a half of this would do.
A classic Shafiq portion, he who once served me a Karahi with fifteen Lamb Chops. There’s no denying that Lockdown affected Hector’s eating patterns, today was a test, has recovery been fully attained?
At the halfway point, a quick Meat count. What remained I’ve been served as a – portion. Fear not, I knew I would empty the plate.

It’s Dr. Stan’s birthday! There had to be Curry-Heute. We arranged to meet at
The three of us headed west, Dr. Stan spotted us and stopped in his tracks. He had deduced the scenario – 
Hector and Mags last dined at
A jug of tap water plus a 0.75l bottle of Sparkling Water (£3.95) completed the Order. This must still be the best value Sparking Water in the city.
The Starters came in good time, however, that we were having these was eating into the parking.
Three large, not a bad quantity given this was part of the meal deal.
Again three large pieces. Well fired, this may be something for Hector to consider next time. Mags was impressed:
A pair, as expected, they did look a bit thin. Spiced in their own right, the accompanying Sauce certainly boosted this significantly. The Flavour of the Lamb Mince took me by surprise. Is it possible that having had Chicken Seekh Kebab more often, the Hector has actually developed a preference for these? 

The sliced Green Chillies differentiated Hector and Mags’ Curry. A couple of Ginger Strips completed the garnish. With a sufficiency of Meat protruding through the Thick Masala, all was set.
There was a Big Spice hit, guaranteed by the extra Chillies. The Seasoning was decidedly – low. It’s possible that I still had the halcyon days of the
Enjoyable as this Karahi was, the full depth of Flavour hoped for, was not revealing itself. Nor was the customary 


Apart from being served in a different karahi, this appeared to be indistinguishable from the Karahi Gosht. The Flavour, however, would be markedly different. But as the Hector was not having this today, then one may look to
One can see the Herbs mixed through this wonderfully Dry Keema. With no Oil showing, this must be as fine an example of the genre as one can encounter.
Marg made short work of this. One was enough, so the extra Chapatti was shared with Mags. Marg immediately remarked on the portion size, her karahi was full. This was the Lunchtime Menu portion? Marg demolished all this and her enjoyment was declared. For reasons that shall unfold, there is no direct quote.
Every so often, a classic photo opperchancity presents itself: Adam, at work, Mr. Baig, surveying his empire…
A – Bank Holiday Monday – whatever that means, Hector is home. Unusually, Marg has no hockey and knows if she doesn’t come for Curry-Heute, she’ll not be fed. Glassy Central (285 Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow G2 3HQ) has been visited a couple of times recently, Marg had yet to experience – Glasgow’s first Desi Pub – however, she has been to
To date I’ve had the
The Curry pots were brought first, neither of us could start until the Bread or Rice arrived. It is frustrating watching hot food going cold. After a few minutes the Naan came, and later the Special Rice. On seeing the Rice, I knew I should have checked, so let this be a warning to all – not for sharing – but ordering two portions? 

Having just returned from Europe where abundant Rice is inclusive, that would hurt. With Cauliflower, Carrots and Green Beans, a tasty Rice. Marg took little more than a Soupçon, Chapatti remains her preferred accompaniment.
A modest garnish of Coriander topped the tall pot. A suitably Thick, brown Masala shrouded the Meat which reached double figures. Still great value here on the base price for Curry.
The Lamb was decidedly Tender, one senses quality Meat being sourced here. There was a distinctive Flavour, however, if I write a House Flavour then I’m giving in to – Desi. With a slight tang, the Spice was definitely there, no whole Spices to identify. The Seasoning was below the Hector level of perfection yet the Flavours were coming across. 

The wedge of Tomato, and I suppose the flatter pot, distinguished this Curry from the Garam Masala. Otherwise, they were indistinguishable. The Hector Soupçon revealed no significant difference either. Like Hector, Marg cleared her plate, nothing was left:
A tasty dish with a smooth sauce, some chewy pieces of Lamb, but overall, very tender. I enjoyed the small portion of Vegetable Rice, however, the Naan was more like a Chapatti. (which suited Marg)

An Indian & Thai restaurant? – not Hector’s usual cup of tea, but hey-ho, one never knows. Arriving at 14.00, Diyo – Indian & Thai Restaurant (Tadeusza Kosciuszki 23/1z, 50-027 Wroclaw Polska) was empty, though as I was about to depart, two pairs of diners did arrive. 





Ginger Strips and a sprinkling of Coriander topped as Thick a Masala as one can encounter, the antithesis of
Whilst – packet of mixed Spice – came to mind at 







Wroclaw
2023 sees a Boy’s Trip to the Bier Festival, with Michal making his debut in Curry-Heute. Again the correct rendition of – Micha? – is lost. To humour him, yesterday we had – Golabki – a traditional Polish dish I’ve been eating for more than sixty years. 

Choices were minimal. I had to dismiss the Lamb Kadhai (Zl44) due to the listed ingredients featuring the 




The Curry was a classic example of why Karahi is preferred. This was – Soup. So – Soupy – it is difficult to describe the Masala as anything other than – gravy.
Pieces of Onion had been stirred in, one wonders how much Onion was used in cooking the Base Sauce? I counted eight pieces of Meat as I arranged the Lamb on the Rice.
Boxed Spices – the immediate reaction, this Gravy tasted as if it had come straight from a box of Mixed Spice Powders. With no solid Spice in the Sauce, the Hector was left shaking his head. But hang on…

I’ve had better – was Michal’s only remark. 
Two Days Later
Steve, who has been sneaking out for Curry on his own, paid a visit to Maharaja. Not only did he enjoy his Curry, the debris on his plate shows whole Cloves and pieces of Cinnamon Bark. 

Seven hours on your feet, a daunting task. The venue – The Platform – the original railway station before the line was cut back a few hundred metres. Seats were available for those who really needed them, however, one really wants to be as close as possible to the action. Being present an hour before the band came on stage, meant the last – cuddly-sized – t-shirt, as Nick’s wife – Rachel – put it, was secured. We also got to see Rog Paterson’s solo acoustic set. Rog would then play twelve string guitar as and when during the Pendragon set. 



The second hour was a trip through the back catalogue, the joy being that the Band could choose different songs for Saturday and Sunday.
There were seemingly automatic – goodnights – from the stage, however, we all knew there was more to come. With the keyboards reduced to piano, no drums, we were treated to another half hour, the acoustic set.

At times it felt like it was Peter Gee who was holding it all together whilst Nick and Clive went exploring on the fretboard and keys respectively. How do we get out of this? The Morecambe and Wise tribute was pure improvisation, we all think we know the words to – Bring Me Sunshine – until the second verse, then…
This morning, 11.00, there was a rendezvous at the Eric Morecambe statue. An opperchancity to chat with Clive. No more Arena gigs are scheduled for the UK presently. The last tour was missed due to not being able to get into London thanks to the periodic train strikes. Hector was ticketed for London, the gig having been postponed by one year, meanwhile as a consequence, Kinross became impossible to attend. Marg disappeared momentarily, she returned with a photo of herself with the latest drummer – Jan-Vincent Velazco.

Strangely, the music today was scheduled for the afternoon. At 14.15, Nick did a talk about his pedal array. This was followed by a full band – Q&A. Clive has five albums in the bag thanks to Lockdown. Instead, Nick has a book nearly finished.
Rog Paterson was due to play another thirty minute solo spot, Marg and Hector went next door to rest the feet. We timed our arrival for the beginning of – Not of This World, the entire album, performed in order. Lyrically some of this is brutal, – the divorce album. Faithless-All Over Now, delivered with due emotion. 



Following on, another collection of classic Pendragon songs.
After the gig it was Hector’s turn to be photographed with the famous. Having introduced myself, I reminded Nick of the Glasgow gig @1988 when there was but a handful present for a late night show in an upper room. I think it was Barrowlands, Nick thinks Night Moves. Is there an upper room in Barrowlands? 

Finally, and with feet that were comfortably numb, it was time for Curry-Heute. Having passed Saffron (6 Skipton St, Morecambe LA4 4AR England) yesterday, an upstairs venue was expected, instead, it was down to the basement. A few tables were occupied when Marg and Hector entered at 19.15, Pendragon t-shirts were already in situ. We were led to a quiet corner at the rear, from here we could see some of the intricate décor through the basement arches. Ambience and Mainstream Curry, one has to give in occasionally. 





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Lamb Bhuna – said the waiter as he placed the Lamb Methi on the table. A welcome mistake, Dry Curry is what the Hector seeks. This was a suitably Thick Masala, Bhuna indeed. The Meat count reached eight, not the largest portion.
The Flavour of the Lamb itself may have been the most potent feature of this Curry. The Spice was pitched at a low level. The Seasoning, however, was fine. Tender Lamb with a hint of Methi, was noted. An Earthy Flavour rather than a blast of Herbs was forthcoming. After the intensity of 

This is how a Keema should look, Dry, and no Oil slick. The grains of Mince appear to be coarse. Marg made short work of this. No kick – was her first utterance, which is quite a departure from her norm: 
There was not a morsel left on the table at the end.






