Project Karahi Palace (New-co #2) (51-53 Nelson Street, Tradeston, Glasgow, G5 8DZ) continues, today – The Big Test. Moiz, Mein Host, had previously assured the Hector that a Lamb Lahori Karahi (£12.00) could be cooked to given specifications: extra Methi, extra Salt. Additionally, Mags was invited to give a critique on her favourite Curry – Aloo Gosht (£11.00), assuming it was available.
The 14.00 rendezvous was put back fifteen minutes due to overhead wires being down somewhere between Singer and Larkhall. That no other train on the Queen Street or Glasgow Central low level lines was affected makes me challenge the efficacy of this – excuse. There was also an enforced detour at Bridge Street due to the imminent arrival of a parade. July in the West of Scotland.
Today, Moiz had a black Chef’s tunic covering his posh garb. He is taking his new role seriously. Moiz clocked the t-shirt. We were therefore both suitably attired, down to business. My Bespoke Karahi was ordered. Dry, Minimal Sauce was also agreed, a true Desi Karahi was the objective. There was not a lot on display. I enquired about Aloo Gosht – can do.
You have a challenge – I informed him. Mags has stated over many years that the Aloo Gosht as served at Karahi Palace is/was the best served – anywhere. The New-co #2 therefore had a lot to live up to. Mags and Hector would be pulling no punches.
Sat at our customary table, the Bread was ordered. Mags went for a Tawa Chapatti (£1.00), Hector would test the Naan – Coriander Naan (£2.50). This was a favourable price for the Naan given the posted prices for compound Toppings.
Moiz brought the bottle of chilled Tap Water, plates and cutlery. Mags picked up on the new level of service. We waited for Chef, a chap I didn’t recognize, to produce the goods. There was a new lady on duty also, she appeared from upstairs. Hopefully, Moiz will get the upstairs seating area up and running, people should be encouraged to use this space. Meanwhile, a stream of people who were lining the route of the march were being caught short. Some did the decent thing and bought drinks, food even. One chap ordered Vegetable Pakora, there was none. A bit of an oversight here? He settled for the mixed Kebab, his fellow traveller ordered a Naan. Conversation ensued, the mixed Kebab was highly praised.
A hidden gem – remarked the first chap. Spooky. A week ago, another chap sat in the same spot and made the same comment.


Moiz and his assistant brought the fayre. The wholesome Chapatti was obscured by the ample Naan. Served whole, but with perforations, the Bread had only partly risen. Why do this, we’re not in Manchester? Let’s have totally risen and puffy Naan! Still, there were the beginnings of burnt blisters. Soft and light, with plenty of Coriander, this was a decent Naan.
A somewhat tired looking Modest Salad with Raita made a late arrival. This was hardly touched.
Lamb Lahori Karahi – Desi style – with Hector’s Tweaks
Topped with sliced Bullet Chillies, Ginger Strips and a threat of fresh Coriander, this was a veritable Dry Karahi. The portion size was visibly smaller than was served here previously. However, the Meat count did reach double figures, just. Taking the bone count into consideration, this Karahi would certainly be manageable. As ever, the Naan would be abandoned at the appropriate moment.
The Methi blast was a positive start. The Seasoning was pitched a la Hector. The Lamb was decidedly soft, Tender. Meat pulp was evident in the Minimal Masala. There was a serious depth of Flavour, a vast improvement over Visit #1 a couple of weeks back. Served in the black karahi, it was as if the Flavours of the wonder that was the Karahi Gosht served on these premises, were oozing from the metal. Osmosis? (thanks, Howard!)
Better? – asked Moiz when he had the opperchancity.
This is Karahi!
Indeed, this was a Karahi Gosht worthy of the name above the door.
In terms of striving towards perfection, it certainly was – Dry – as asked for, maybe a bit more Masala. Working together, we can make New-co #2 a notable venue.
Aloo Gosht
With the same Toppings, this Curry looked like a wetter version of my Karahi. I would also speculate that this was the first time that an Aloo Gosht has ever been served in a karahi on these premises. Curry has usually commanded a bowl. What ever happened to the ceramic pots that were used in my earliest visits to Karahi Palace?
The abundant Masala was way thicker than the Shorva which is a traditional feature of this Curry. Over the years at Karahi Palace, Mags has had Aloo Gosht with a Masala at every level of thickness. One takes what comes.
Mags was making positive comments from the start. She did, however, make the mandatory lady diner comment about the Spice Level. Marg, Mags, Maggie, are they winding up the Hector?
Mags was somewhat miffed that her verdict was not sought by the staff.
First Aloo Gosht in the new (-co #2), not the same. However, it has Mags’ seal of approval.
(What’s this referring to oneself in the third person?)
The lamb was tender, falling off the bone. Great spicing, with a chilli-ginger kick.
I will be having this again.
Two contented customers: we’re on our way to happiness.
The Bill
£23.50 This was less than I had calculated. Moiz said last time that some prices would come down. A Tenner for each Curry, cheers!
Do you want to pay more? – asked Moiz.
The Aftermath
Thumbs up as we departed. The end of the march had just walked past. Distraction. Moiz’s assistant said he liked the tunes.
How come one can play these tunes and sing one’s choice of words in a march, but not at Ibrox?


Whilst I have acknowledged a few of these video Curry lessons previously, I have again transcribed the method and ingredients. The videos all move along too quickly, constant pausing is frustrating. I still believe it is easier to follow an illustrated text, here we go.
The Curd Mixture:
The Barista Paste:
The Masala:
2 tbsp Ginger-Garlic Paste











10) Add the Curd Mixture, stir on low-medium heat for 8-10 minutes, the Oil will separate when the mixture is cooked. 



16) Cook for a further ten minutes, serve.
On tasting before serving, the Masala was way too thick and grainy-powdery. I could have poured in more Rose Water. The Nuts were dominant, OK, the Almonds were an overdose. I already had Ground Almonds and so could have saved a step. By cooking the kilo, I had planned to set the remainder aside then add Lemon Juice for the next sitting. In a moment of pique, I poured in about 50ml of Lemon Juice and cooked on for a few more minutes. The Texture returned to a smoother Masala, and hopefully an edible Curry.
Having Mushrooms which required using, the Curry was served on Mushroom Pilau.
The Cloves stood out after the Nuttiness was dismissed. A lot of powdered Spice had gone into this creation, I double checked, yes, tablespoons. Maybe teaspoons would have sufficed. Despite the quantity of Chillies and powdered Chilli, the Spice Level was surprisingly acceptable. I reined in the Salt, who puts Salt on Nuts? The abundant Cardamom was a nuisance whilst eating. The Garam Masala was of my own blending and so it should not be a surprise when it is reported that overall, this tasted like a Hector Curry, with Nuts!
The house guests have gone south, Marg has gone north. With the completion of the admittedly contrived objective of awarding
Determined not to have Karahi Lamb (£12.00), choices were few today. Daal and Palak were not calling the Hector, this left Chicken Keema (£8.00) and a Chapatti (£1.00) as Hector’s Order. 

The Chapatti was back in familiar territory. A Wholemeal Chapatti, cooked on the Tawa, I conclude after the Tandoori one
The Chicken Mince and Peas was served in a karahi. I had to ask Moiz if this was therefore Keema Mutter Karahi? Alas, having read my comment on serving
An aside. Having suffered in recent weeks from unruly/noisy weans, the heart sank once more when a family of two adults, baby in pram, plus a toddler, took the table opposite. This was after the male had communicated his Order with Moiz. What language was being used was beyond me. The poor chap was a sad example of de-evolution. The baby slept throughout, the toddler was awake for ten seconds, battering anything within his grasp before blacking out again. Drugs? The father(?) was not of this world.
Moiz brought Complimentary Green Tea as on
A board outside advertises special offers for taxi drivers and students. There is now a £5.00 Lunch Menu, available seven days: 12-3pm. Note, Friday prayers may delay opening. Personally, nothing on the list which is not Curry attracts. However, this could be aimed at attracting custom from the nearby Barclays complex. 
Yes, Hector is back at
Lord Clive and Lady Maggie of
Zahir’s assistant took the Order. To be clear, I mentioned – Lamb on-the-bone. He further clarified – some pieces without. With no Keema Naan on the menu, I gave Clive his options. He chose Garlic, Hector the Coriander Naan. Maggie would share. There’s that word again. I managed to negotiate a jug of Tap Water. A glass of Mango Lassi completed the Order. Maggie was worried that the Karahi might be too much in terms of Spice, the Lassi would provide respite. 



The Toppings comprised of Ginger Strips, Coriander and sliced Bullet Chillies. There was already a fair amount of Oil collecting on the periphery of the karahi. Having served – round one – I sat the karahi at an angle such that excessive Oil would drain to one edge. Today, nobody dipped into this. On studying my own portion, the Oil is certainly obvious, however, no Oil, no real Karahi experience. I have seen many a kilo in my times of self-indulgence. Some have been significantly – smaller – than others. This Lamb Karahi was at the voluminous end of the scale, and would prove to be comfortable eating for three. Marg and Hector tried
Ginger was the first Spice to register on Hector’s palate. Then the Spices from the Masala itself kicked in. The Masala was beautiful. With Tomato Seeds to the fore, the Texture was spot on, suitably – Thick – full of Flavour, Earthy.I prefer this Punjabi Karahi to the Charsi which is becoming increasingly dominant.
The Meat was as Tender as should be. Maggie seemed to have the Sucky Bones (we need sound), Hector, the knobbly ones. With a decent – kick – and the Seasoning pitched to perfection, this Karahi Gosht was living up to expectation, but who had cooked it?



With the knowledge and experience of years working at nearby
Zahir said – Karahi – as I approached the counter. Not today, instead I studied the trays at the counter top. Two Chicken Dishes were on display today, no Lamb. If I heard correctly, one was a Korma, but bore no resemblance to anything seen before. This was not of the Creamy-Coconut variety, or the much sought after – Spicy Desi Korma. With – Korma – a significant part of the menu here, I had to ask if – Spicy Desi Korma – would ever appear. There was a shake of the head, so that’s that then. Dream on, Hector. I did verify that Wednesday is Kofta day at 



Zahir brought the Order which included Raita and a mild Chilli Sauce. Having ordered the Seekh Kebab, I could have done without the Chapatti. Maybe the thought of a whole Chapatti was too much to resist? Wholemeal flour, the classic Glasgow style. 
Maybe it is time to accept that I do prefer Chicken Seekh to Lamb Seekh Kebab. Lighter in colour, these were Spicy and Herb-rich. With the sauces added, a fine complement to the Vegetable Curry. That was the plan.
Topped with sliced Bullet Chillies, Ginger Strips and Coriander, this looked to be a worthy Curry. Often sold as a Vegetable Side, this can be a delightful meal in its own right, especially when of the quality presented today.
The Chillies meant a big Spicy hit on the palate. Then, that something unique which Cauliflower adds to a Curry, registered strongly. Seasoned a la Hector, this was quite a remarkable Curry. The Masala was a fine pulp, Tomato skins revealed their presence, almost whole green Finger Chillies were in there too. What stood out was the micro-florets of Cauliflower which seemed to form a major part of the Masala. These were in addition to the main Cauliflower stems and crowns. The large pieces of Potato had absorbed the Flavours from elsewhere, light and fluffy, truly gorgeous. It is amazing how these two Vegetables work together. British cooking must undervalue Cauliflower. Adding a Cheese Sauce? Bland. Even Hector’s much praised (by Marg) Cheese Sauce.
The final stretch was a struggle. The quantity of food before me was testing the limits. As ever, Bread was abandoned first. The Chicken Seekh Kebab proved to be a filling accompaniment. What a feed. 
Thunderstorm over, and having completed my duties at the Glasgow Real Ale Festival – G-RAF – it was time to eat. Having been nothing but
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 (
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.
This was a pukka start, and gone hopefully, are the days of plastic cups etc., or is this just a case of – green – woke?


Topped with a threat of Coriander but copious Ginger Strips and sliced Green Chillies, this Karahi Gosht did look the part. 

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.
We went upstairs, possibly the first time I have been up there since –
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!
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.
