A Friday night Takeaway, another opperchancity to sample the Fayre at the local: Spice India (133 Riddle Street, Clydebank G81 2DH). Last time, Visit #1, I missed – Achari – on their menu, tonight, time to rectify. Risking the teatime rush, I sauntered along during the six o’clock news. Another Cabinet Minister has bitten the dust.
Lamb Achari Balti (£8.95) and Mushroom Rice (£3.00) was duly ordered. Last time I played the – no Peppers – card and possibly caused confusion. Capsicum and Chilli may be botanically related, as has been written often in these pages, one is an anathema as far as Curry-Heute is concerned, the other, a necessity. My Blog, my taste, but regular readers will already have guessed what’s coming.
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£11.95. As I waited I studied the Pizza menu, Toppings appear to be few, and no Black Olives.
No Complimentary Poppadoms tonight.
The Mushroom Rice filled the plate, and Hector’s dinner plate is large. Somehow, I knew I would manage every grain this evening. Tasty Rice, fresh Mushrooms.
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Lamb Achari Balti
The Meat count was well into double figures, large pieces too. The blended Masala had a decent viscosity. Hector was eating Mainstream Curry. As I decanted, I saw – shiny red. Tomato I hoped, nope. I picked out the first of many pieces of the dreaded Vegetable Mush, that which can destroy the – after-pleasure – of eating Curry, Ballast, by any other nomenclature.
On the Spice India menu, the following list – Peppers : Jalfrazi, Masaladar, Jaipuri, Jalandhari, and possibly Punjabi Masala. Achari Balti does not, so why include them? Chillies – are listed, I would find two only. Is this wind up Hector week?
December’s Mirchi Masala gave off a definite – Tang. Tonight I was hoping for the full on – Pickle Blast. The plan was to drown out any sense of this having the ubiquitous Clydebank Curry Taste.
There was a modest – kick – the Seasoning felt fine. That this was an Achari came across, but only sporadically. More Pickle was required. The two Chillies appeared to have been the major source of the Pickle Flavour. A lot more Pickle and more stirring required.
The Meat was suitably Tender, but was not giving much more than – meatiness – back. Still, significantly better than so called – Chicken Curry.
Not too shabby – was a fair conclusion. After three decades of being a Clydebank resident, it may be time to accept that – Desi – does not live here.
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Riverside (The Garage, Glasgow, April 20)
Last night, Riverside played in Glasgow for the first time in four years. A much welcomed return, however, in March 2019 on the – Wasteland – tour, Hector declared that when Riverside next took to the road, the band would be followed. Howard accompanied Hector through four gigs: Berlin, then around Polska, at the end of September last year, a veritable – road trip, but by train. That was their – 20th Anniversary Tour – even though it had spilled over into year 21. This tour is to promote the recently released album – I.D. Entity.
Somewhat frustratingly, last year, no songs from the outstanding – Wasteland – album were featured, and guess what, none on this tour either. If bands are to sell DVDs of their shows, then I suppose each tour has to feature different songs.
Riverside are: Piotr Kozieradzki (drums), Michal Lapaj (keyboards), Maciej Meller (guitar), and main composer Mariusz Duda (bass, guitar, vocals).
Hector and Marg secured a front row spot, stage right. All photos were taken on the trusty Oppo. Colin, who had never heard of Riverside until I mentioned them on the recent Bamberg trip, joined us. Riverside took to the stage at 20.00 and played for around an hour and three quarters. The stage barrier provided a bit of relief, who can stand at our age for that length of time these days? Mariusz even referred to the band as being – old – and appreciated that some of us would like seats. However, in the spirit of engagement, it was better we stood.
Six of the seven songs on I.D. Entity were spread throughout the set. Much of the older material was selected due to the – vocables – which allow a sing-along for those who like that sort of thing. When you’re a Polish band with English lyrics, touring Europe, I suppose this helps break down language barriers.
We are a Prog Band – Mariusz proudly mentioned more than once. Steven Wilson has never been sure if his works, with or without Porcupine Tree, come into that category.
The promised – sing-alongs – were declared to be – five minutes – into the respective songs. Five minutes, and then some.
02 Panic Room (Rapid Eye Movement) is one song that can never be dropped from the set. The lyric contains – Shelter of Mine – which the band have adopted as the moniker for their fan club. This is not free to join, but one can then gain access to special releases e.g. the tour DVDs. The concert from the – Wasteland – tour is available on YouTube, Oberhausen, November 2018.
Riverside can rock, they can also be majestically quiet. Why people, especially the Polish contingent who ensured they got their spot at the front beside us, have to talk though these more intimate moments … well, it’s an ongoing issue at gigs.
Being now in possession of seven Riverside CDs, I knew every song. Last year’s tour certainly helped make me more familiar with the back catalogue as performed live. The musical themes in each song are powerful. Marg assured me she could follow the story in the lyrics. People can do this? And the delivery of these lyrics is wonderful. Mariusz Duda is a gifted musician and performer, I also have two of his solo albums under the name of – Lunatic Soul. That feels like a good point to stop.
Give Riverside a listen, these days one does not have to commit to buying albums. And spot, Marg, Hector, and Colin front-right.
At the end of 2019, 
Arriving just on 14.10, the restaurant was empty, apart from Vijay who greeted and led me to a window table. Both the three course Lunch Menu (£11.95) and the Main Menu were provided. The Lunch Menu was perused, an extra £1.95 for – Lamb – then. 
The juxtaposition of pukka glass and plastic bottle amused. Still, I was having my preferred beverage, not always available in the local Curry Cafes. 
The Coriander Nan (£3.50) was actually a Plain Nan with Coriander sprinkled on top. One assumed that Chef would have rolled in this wonderful Herb and cooked it thus in the Tandoor, or on the Tawa, not so. At least the Naan, served whole, was light, fluffy and ticked Hector’s other boxes. Anyway, that was the case for a while. 
In terms of appearance, this was a classic Afghan Karahi, suitably pale, i.e. nothing – red – here. A whole Bullet Chilli and whole cloves of Garlic were mixed in the Thick Masala. Tomato-based, one believes, this looked the job. Having been given a warmish dinner plate, I decided to decant from the long dish. Had the Namkeen been presented in a karahi, there it would have remained. 
How had Chef produced this Namkeen in such a short time? The Meat may give a clue. The Boneless Lamb was suitably Tender, well cooked but was giving nothing back in terms of Salt or Pepper. How long had this Meat and Masala been in each others company before serving? Not very long is an obvious answer, however, Hector has another theory. 
A second waiter had appeared, Shafiq. 
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Chapatti John observed a few weeks back that we were well overdue a return visit to 
A table was booked for this evening at 17.00, just in case. As we entered, people were already sat at window tables. I confirmed the opening time with the waiter, now 16.30 apparently. If 
Four Lamb Chops, possibly still the best value in this city. I didn’t ask for them to be cremated, I took my chances. Only one of the Chops had a big bone and was therefore recognisable. I know not what precise cut the remaining three were. 
What a platter, John loves this. Chicken Liver is what he identified as sat before him. Thoroughly enjoyed, full of Vitamin A, but for Hector, hideous. 
Poor Dr. Stan, this looked sadly lacking in comparison to the above. Two tiny Kebap, but this is what he likes. At least this should not have ruined his appetite. 
This Curry never disappoints. If one knows the Methi-rich killer Bradford Curry taste, then this is the one to order. With the Meat cut so small, in the Bradford tradition, it means that one can have Bread, Meat and Masala, simultaneously. This is also a filling way to eat. In time, the Bread has to be abandoned, mustn’t leave any Curry. 
The first mouthful gave the Bradford Blast, superb. The Chilli on the Naan no doubt upped the overall Spice Level, the Seasoning was sound. The Masala showed a hint of creaminess, presumably the late addition of Yoghurt. What a range of Flavours from the gorgeous, Herb-rich Masala, why am I not having this every week? 
I must try this Curry. With even more Herbs than the Roshan Lal, it must be a delight. Today’s version had visibly less Oil than the Roshan Lal, however, the base Masala looked the same. A classic Bradford – Dry – Curry. 
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On Saturday, Hector arrived at 
I placed the Order, today a Naan (£1.50) instead of the customary Chapatti (£1.00), was this a moment of intuition? On taking my favourite spot in the empty dining area, I was asked – Spicy?
A Modest Salad and Raita soon arrived, the jug of Tap Water soon after. The Water had no taste, yay, the Raita did. The Salad was a momentary distraction until the main event.
The – killer aroma – defined the moment. With sliced Green Chillies, Ginger Strips and Coriander atop the thickest of Masalas seen here in a while, all was set. The copious Meat was on-the-bone as all Lamb is served at 
The Naan and Masala combination was a step above my usual Chapatti accompaniment. What a Masala, and only a trace of Oil collecting at the base of the karahi. Given what follows below, this may be a crucial marking of the expected standard of Karahi Gosht served at
The quantity of Karahi was manageable, only three quarters of the Naan was consumed. The bone count = one, unusual.
Meet the new boss, Ali, I have seen him here previously. Ali recognised me both on Saturday and today, he has acknowledged seeing me and my dining companions, but only here? Ali must be associated with other venues.
Hector now has a dilemma. Is this still
Adnan recognised me as I approached the counter to order, no sign of Kaka today. I had already decided, well actually months ago, that my next Curry at 
Helping oneself to a drink from the fridge is expected, I took something that was clearly – gassy – but turned out to be a sweet Turkish Lemonade, not Sparkling Water. 
On seeing the huge pieces of Meat with pointy bones protruding, the heart sank – Chicken? Thankfully, these were not Chicken Thighs but simply huge pieces of Lamb on-the-bone. The bones I didn’t recognise, possibly from the cheaper cuts which more Pukka venues wouldn’t use? There was loads of Meat and not so many bones as it turned out, this was easily the – half kilo. 
Wow! – instant gratification. Nowhere else in 
Wow! – yes, this deserved a second exclamation. The Flavour was astonishing, whilst the Spice Level would never reach overwhelming, it did grow steadily as I ate. Sliced Green Chillies had been cooked in. The Seasoning, well this Curry could not have attained this level of satisfaction without this being well pitched. The blended Masala simply oozed pleasure, for once I accepted that more would have been even better. Soupy Curry – is not what the Hector seeks, however, today, to manage the Rice, more Masala required. Bread next time, unless there is someone to share a more complex Rice a la 
Spicy Desi Korma, a Curry which has nothing in common with that served in Mainstream Curry Houses, no Coconut here, not for beginners. This Lamm Korma was just sublime, and totally justified the horrible price of tomorrow’s flight home. 
Day #5 of this trip and Curry #3, anything to avoid Deutsche Essen. The Hector will admit to having had Wiener Schnitzel, but surely that’s Austrian? 
The Fisch Madras impressed on 
Fisch Madras (€13.90) comes with inclusive Rice and a Naan. The Euro norm is the choice of either, serving both may be regarded as a bonus, however, given what is served at Ganesha, I wonder which mortals can manage both?
A Complimentary Poppadom and three Dips were presented. The Poppadom was well toasted and contained Cumin Seeds which always ups the impact of the experience. Of the three Dips, the Oily one was seriously – Scharf, achtung!
The Rice portion was almost obscene, this was enough Basmati for three. Quality Rice, but quite simply a waste of food. I took what I thought I might manage, well if it was 15.00, it wasn’t.
The presentation could not be faulted. Abundant Curry sat atop the tea light stand. I decanted seven large pieces of Fish, each would be cut into three or more pieces. Fresh Mushrooms were once again present, a welcome bonus. An Interesting Vegetable always adds Diversity. The blended, Creamy Masala was as experienced previously. With a decent viscosity, the Masala was far from being – Soupy. There was enough Masala to match the quantity of Fish, perhaps, this was only element of the meal which was not to excess. 
The Fish was particularly soft, spongy even. On risking being wide of the mark, possibly Monkfish (tails). I will admit to preferring a more firm Fish. The Flavour from the Fish took a while to emerge, however, the Spice Level struck immediately. This Fish was giving back a serious – kick. 
The Manager, Naveen, came to make the customary check. 
A Hauptbahnhof at noon rendezvous for Curry-Heute, Lord Clive and Lady Maggie had coffee in hand, and bags of food. Strange. Curry at 12.30, even stranger, in fact the reality is worse. Five days ago the body clock was set at – GMT. Yesterday, Hector had to begin adjusting to – GMT+2. Hector was in effect, having Curry for Frühstuck. 
Indian Mango
Whilst we waited, Maggie observed that the cutlery clock has gone from the wall. Back in 
A Coriander Garnish, the pot was brimming with Meat in the Thickest of Masalas. That there was a visible Masala was the telltale sign that the almost – stir fry – era of Chettinad at 
The Lamb was well saturated in Spice, this was certainly not Mainstream Curry. 
I would end up leaving a couple of mouthfuls of Rice, the contents of my plate had swollen, some of Maggie’s Fish found its way in my direction. 
The same oblong plate 
Later, much later, I was walking along what is left of Schillerstrasse. As well as Cafe Schiller, the famous Sports’ Bar, 
Lord Clive and Lady Maggie (
Whilst waiting, I studied the menu, no inflation in 
The oblong plate was different, as were the contents. The quantity impressed, I have previously commented upon the paucity of the portion. I decanted five large pieces of Fish, as in seriously large. I was left with a Thick Masala, interesting.
In the years – Before Curry-Heute – the Fisch Chettinadu – was approaching – Soupy – as it is served across the planet. Having discussed this with Mr. Jolly, in time the classic, almost – stir-fry – version evolved. New Chef, was the immediate conclusion. However, as I ate, one of the two long standing Chefs passed by and smiled in recognition. Is this the new version or, did he not know who he was cooking for? Tomorrow’s Lamm Chettinad may reveal all. 
The blast of Flavour from the Fish headed off any sign of disappointment. Thick Fish, integrity maintained, white, perhaps if I look back through a well known and reliable Curry Blog, I’d be able to offer a name for the species? 
The Masala was a revelation. That there was one came as surprise. Was this possibly the Fish Curry (€13.00)? The Texture revealed the pedigree, one does not stumble across this. Having flaked the Fish, the relative ratios of – Fish-Masala-Rice – worked well. Again, if only the Dish had been hotter on arrival. 
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Monday lunch, it was too soon to return to 
On the bus across the Clyde, I watched Sky News on the trusty Oppo. Scotland’s new First Minister was being announced, what a time they took to do so, prolonging the moment. Without further ado… an oft quoted line, why have any – ado?
I arrived at 
Friend – talked me through the Dishes on display. Aloo Gosh (£7.50) with Rice (£2.50) was duly ordered. Again, I quote the Takeaway prices, though Rice is included with the Curry in that format. The wait was not long, a quick reheat. 
I was pleased that Pilao had been provided, with Coriander mixed through. The portion was huge, enough to share. Salad and Raita were again presented, one pays for these, not Complimentary, as is the usually the case in the Glasgow Curry Cafes. The Salad was chilled, fresh, and the Raita added even more pleasure. Tasty Raita, keep it coming. 
Simply adding Potato to Curry does not make Aloo Gosht. The authentic version, as featured here, has Shorva. It was at 
I decanted the Lamb, served – on-the-bone – to the plate of Pilau. Three pieces of Potato, the Meat count was into double figures, a substantial portion, more than that served at the western end of Allison Street. I kept half of the Shorva back for the end game, otherwise the Rice may have absorbed all the liquid too soon. 
The Meat varied from Tender to a bit chewy, a big Lamb Flavour burst onto the palate. There was Spice, there was Seasoning, there was Flavour. On addressing the Shorva-soaked Rice, – Mmmmm – lovely. Both the Meat and the Potatoes had absorbed the Flavours from the Shorva, hence they both had a lot to give back. One simply does not experience this in the – Curry – served in the Mainstream Restaurants. 
In December, after
Hector was here for the Fish Karahi (£7.95) which Marg enjoyed in December. Then Hector had but a Soupçon, the attraction on 
I advised Graeme that the Naan (£2.50) had not impressed last time, Rice could be the better option. So that he could taste his Curry without distraction, Graeme chose Plain Rice (£2.50). The alternative was Spicy pulao (£2.95), my choice. Ideally, a Vegetable Rice would have been chosen, however, the list of Accompaniments is limited. 
The Chapatti was served whole, made from Wholemeal Flour and did the job. The Rice portions were substantial, Graeme would manage most and chose to use his dinner plate. Hector looked at the Spicy Rice, let’s add the Curry on top. 
I knew what to expect and was not disappointed. Nowhere else in Scotland, i.e. reviewed in Curry-Heute, is serving Fish Karahi of this quality and at this price. 
The Fish was flaked, some pieces were still quite large. A Dry Fish Curry, why is this so difficult to source? There was enough Masala, just enough to consider this to be a Curry, however, it was Karahi, a different species and this was as fine an example as one can find. The Spice Level was not OTT, sliced Green Chillies had been stirred in. The Seasoning was noted as – fine – but after Saturday’s experience at 
Again, a Dry Curry, Keema does not need but a sense of Masala. There was a threat of Coriander, and no trace of peripheral Oil. No Soupçon for Hector whose palate had been taken in a different direction, however this appeared to be an excellent Keema. Marg:
If further proof that Rehmat’s serve authentic, and not – Soupy Curry – was required, then surely this photo says it all. The minimal Masala again appeared to be Tomato-based, suitably Thick, a joy to behold. The large pieces of Lamb protruding proved to be ample. I was keen to establish if the Okra was rubbery, get it wrong and this otherwise Interesting Vegetable can be destroyed. Graeme reported all was well – This is very good – was an early comment, then finally:
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