Having posted the review of my first visit to Mosque Kitchen (31-33 Nicolson Square, Edinburgh EH8 9BX) I realised that I had not fully understood their menu. Manchester’s – Rice & Three – has not reached these parts – was therefore not the case. We’ll have Boris apologising for mistakes next.
It’s there, but just not written as such. Today I was here for the equivalent – Lamb Curry & 2 Veg Curries with Rice – (£9.50). Rice & Four – (£10.50) is also available, what a plate-load that would be.
Scotrail have put up their prices, today’s Super Off-Peak, still under £7.00, makes a trip through to Edinburgh seriously attractive. How do they get away with charging £27.60 otherwise? Anyway, taking advantage of the cheap middle of the day price, I arrived at Mosque Kitchen at 15.00 to find around half a dozen fellow diners, same as the last time.


The Lamb Curry had to be revisited, a true – Desi – delight. For the accompaniments, I studied the food pans, determined to avoid you know what. The Mixed Veg Curry was suitably complex, yes please. I hoped my favourite Veg Combo would be on offer today, it was. I asked for – Aloo Gobi – rather than the written – Potato and Cauliflower. The lady server did not bat an eyelid as she arranged a huge plateful of the Rice before spooning on the Lamb Curry. With the rest added, there was a veritable feast, great value.
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£9.50 Once again I bought no drink as there were no cups/glasses on display.
However, halfway through my meal, a chap did ask and was directed to the ice-cream counter where a different lady served him a glass of tap water. Now we know, but why not put up a sign? Why does the person serving at the food counter not suggest a drink, surely more profit? And here we reach my biggest, nay only complaint: there is no attempt at any real communication between staff and customers. A bit of banter would go a long way towards making a visit to Mosque Kitchen more memorable. Maybe they think the food speaks for itself?
Lamb Curry & 2 Veg Curries with Rice
Initially I thought I had lost out on the Meat front, but on reaching a count of eight good-sized pieces, all was well. The Lamb was Tender-Soft, beautiful. The Meat I classified as – giving – of Flavour. The Desi Masala complemented this, a truly wonderful Lamb Curry, Spice and Seasoning exactly as the Hector seeks.
However, Meat and Masala is not the not the Curry-Heute idyll, there should always be an – Interesting Vegetable.
Aloo Gobi
The Cauliflower was close to pulp, a sad feature of keeping this Vegetable warm all day. The Potato was fine, but the hoped for firmness in the Gobi was gone, a pity. Furthermore, the Spice gave some hope to rescuing one of my favourite Dishes, but that was it, there wasn’t much happening here in terms of Flavour.
Mix Vegetables
The classic Indian Mixed Veg were present: Peas, Green Beans, Sweetcorn and Carrots plus more Potato! Can there be too much Potato in a Curry?
The base of my plate developed a watery residue. The food pan (above) showed a Shorva-like liquid, this was it, and it was doing the meal no favours. The Seasoning was pronounced by its non-existence. There was nothing coming from this melange in terms of Spice or Flavour.
To be fair, Diversity of Texture is what I sought. The two Vegetable accompaniments achieved this, but little else, apart from their part in making this a massive meal.
As I cleared my plate, and every last grain of Rice was eaten, I wondered about those who come to Mosque Kitchen and only order the Veg Curry. What level of satisfaction could they possibly attain? The pleasure today was all from the excellent Lamb Curry, simples.
Rice & Three, The Aftermath
Posting some photos live, Rizwan from Kabana (Manchester) acknowledged my statement that – Manchester Curry Cafe, this is not. Mosque Kitchen have adopted the system, however, their execution needs more thought. Meanwhile, I have been told that The Village (Glasgow) is presently closed for some renovation work. Mr. Baig told me on my last visit that he was considering installing food pans for quick service. I have been in touch and await clarification.
The Lamb has to be pre-cooked, else no restaurant diner is ever going to wait the length of time it takes. I have written before of the many recipes I have seen online where they fudge the time it takes to cook Lamb. In October I posted
Before cooking, the tried and tested overnight marinade. As I was only using Garlic Paste, I blitzed the Ginger and Bullet Chilli to make a combined Paste. This was added to the hot Oil, much less Oil than I have posted in the
With the Lamb reheated, in went the puréed Onion, Spices, Tomatoes, Yoghurt, more Water and finally Herbs. As per 

The Masala had a wonderful Texture, perhaps a bit less Yoghurt next time, this was tending towards – Creamy. Some of the Meat had separated from the bone whilst cooking, the remainder fell off easily with a fork. My fear at the outset of having monstrous pieces to deal with became less of an issue.
Some may be wondering if this is still a Glasgow Curry Blog. As the tagline states, it will hopefully always be much more. Hector is home, but with the announcement this afternoon of the end of Covid testing for travel to the UK, flights have been booked. 

The Menu was already on the table. Mein Host came to take my Order, I was nowhere near ready, the others got in first. I recognised Mein Host, yet it is many years since I last set foot in
I was too late for – The Lunch Menu – (£7.95) which only featured Chicken or Vegetable Dishes. Machi Masala (£13.95) almost tempted, I was having one of the seven Lamb options. Seven, not a huge choice, better this than endless tweaks of the same Curry.
Lamb Karahi (£10.50) was dismissed for the usual reason, why start an argument? The chap sitting behind me did order this, I would try to keep my eyes open and establish how much of the
The Rice was Cumin rich, I decanted around 90%, enough for Hector.
My first thoughts were that this should have been called Kadu Lamb. There was appreciably more Vegetable than Meat. Initially I only found six pieces of Meat, my final two pieces would be halved, so enough then. The Vegetable content was significant, I had certainly avoided the trap of Meat and Masala only. The Masala was suitably Thick and decidedly Minimal, this is how Hector likes his Curry.
The Spice hit the palate hard, not a Curry for wimps. The Seasoning was below that which I seek, however, this may have been a function of the accompanying Vegetable which gave off a slight Sweetness. I was not expecting any Sweetness, I did not expect the Vegetable to be Carrot-coloured, or as firm as presented. When I have cooked Kadu it has always been white, and turned soft. I used to use it as an alternative to Potato, now I have greater appreciation of the latter. 


Marg’s niece, Claire, had her first ever Curry with us at 

In the walk to 

I cannot see the Chicken, but what does stand out are the Pickled Chillies and the sliced Jalapeños. If Claire can manage these, she can manage any Curry that comes her way. Maybe one day. Claire insisted that she loves these Chillies, this was not a random selection. The freshness of all that sat before her was appreciated. This was certainly not the meal Claire had in mind when she came into the city centre, but then, we’ll never now what was. 

Somewhere beneath lies a Chicken Seekh Kebap. Marg was conservative with her Toppings, it was good to see that when given the choice, she opted to have Raw Onions. 


This I can quote with certainty as the chap who brought it to the table annouunced – Lamb Karahi. I knew we were in for something worthwhile, Shahid’s Karahi takes no prisoners. Despite the Toppings of Ginger Strips, sliced Bullet Chillies and Coriander more of the same was brought on a side tray. One cannot have too much – foliage. Jason was tentative, he had never seen a Ginger Strip, but accepted the flow.
The Curry was up to the hoped for standard, the Thick, Dark Masala was full of Flavour, the Seasoning as it surely must be. The Meat was sufficiently Tender. Even looking upon this as a Curry, it was ticking many boxes. However, this was – Desi – and cooked at the hands of Shahid. Jason made all the correct comments and admitted he had never had anything like this before.
The Aftermath
Wednesday is Bateera Day at
His colleague is always keen to welcome, a feature of every visit to date. 

Five Lamb Chops, each a decent size, and seemingly well cremated, shared the plate with a mass of Salad and Spiced Onions. Even allowing for the predominance of Lettuce, this plateful was way more than just Lamb Chops. Marg eating five Lamb Chops, all to herself, this is becoming her standard fayre.
Five Lamb Chops on a bed of Salad with Spiced Onions, very tasty though a little pink. I enjoyed the amount of meat which complemented the Salad.
Wholemeal, as is the norm in Manchester, these Chapattis had perforations as is the other feature of Bread in this city. Despite the attempt to stop the Chapattis rising, they had still managed to do so, at least partially. Chapatti/Roti, one thing I am certain of, one was enough.
Quail what? – Clive had asked. A reasonable question, by the end I had reached some sort of conclusion.
Some of the Masala was approaching Shorva, with a larger plate, this oily residue could have been mixed back in. Or heaven forbid, if we had we ordered Rice, it would have been absorbed. I had Rice with my Quail here 

Then there was the matter of the micro poultry. Footery – only begins to describe it. The bones are tiny, thin. Mags asked if they were edible. The main ones no, some appendages proved to be so. The pile of bones accrued on the side of the plate. Quail, it becomes a matter of – is it worth it? 


Midnight Munchies – 
One patty, freshly cooked over the charcoals, one slice of Cheese added towards the end for melting. I was then invited to choose my toppings and sauces from the array which is available to all who order Kebaps/Burgers. So, whilst there is a listed set of Toppings, it as a la carte thereafter. 

This evening we learned not to ask for an 8oz Burger, the chap had no idea how many ounces are in the pound. One assumes the two Burgers were smaller than those served above, it was difficult to tell. What was certain, there were two. Once the Burgers were cooked, a slice of Cheese was placed on each, better already, twice as much Cheese! Tonight I went for Jalapeños instead of Gherkins. 



Rizwan may have agreed, he couldn’t possibly comment. 

The substantial Chapatti was of the wholemeal variety. Risen, with a pocket, one asks again, when does a Chapatti become a Roti? There was no dubiety with regards to the Keema Naan. Again, huge, and with the customary Manchester-style perforations, this would prove to be a meal in itself. With more than enough food of my own to eat, I did not purloin a sample, however, I was happy to record the visible – brown mince – which is the Curry-Heute yardstick for a true Keema Naan. No pink – Donner-like – Meat here. Clive did well, but the quantity would defeat him. 
Four good-sized Meatballs and one hard boiled Egg sat in the Blended Masala. There was enough viscosity in the Masala to not class it as a Shorva. There was Oil separating on the periphery as is the norm in Desi cuisine.
The light colour of the Meatballs forced the conclusion – Chicken. Whilst Lamb is always Hector’s preference, Chicken here is never an issue, the Herbs and Spices are what it’s all about. I’m still waiting to discover Kofta Anda with Vegetable “Meatballs”. 

A different Curry experience is what I sought today. Man cannot live by Karahi Gosht alone, though a Hector possibly could. My fellow diners also enjoyed what was their first Kofta Anda. Tuesdays at
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Only ten days have passed and it’s Manchester once more, it feels as if I am never away, call me – Mr. Manchester! 

A ritual is evolving, the naked Karahi is brought to the table, it is then dressed with the foliage. This time I stopped to record the intermediate stage featuring Ginger and Chillies.
Finally, the fully dressed Lamb Karahi.
Time to eat.

Marg was more conservative with the foliage. As is her custom, she maintained the Chapatti accompaniment. Marg was of the belief that she had more Meat than I had. This we could not verify, but it does confirm that the Keema portion was substantial. 

Mags was up for a late night Takeaway Curry, Lord Clive of
I stepped up: Is Chef Shahid here?
Mags’ Aloo Gosht plus Roti was presented, she disappeared out into the night.
Plenty of Meat, topped with the usual array of Vegetables, how can this not be healthy?
Whole Pickled Chillies and sliced Jalapeños were available. Alas, Clive would not have seen them.
Five Lamb Chops is so much more satisfying than four, therefore six could be the ultimate quantity – for one. This was a mass of suitably cremated Lamb Chops.
The Chops had been cooked through as I had instructed, the exteriors up to standard. There was an underlying flavour which spoiled the experience, I took this to be Mint, not a favourite. I deduce that the offending Flavour had been incorporated in the marinade. Six Lamb Chops, pleasure in the extreme, regardless.
The Aftermath
Lunchtime in Bradford, the go to venue for many years remains
No sooner had the jug of tap water and Salad/Raita been presented, when the Order arrived. This was – Curry in a hurry – however, there was no need to panic, the food was no doubt ready, only the Chapattis had to be cooked. 
More raw Onion, Tomato and Cucumber were presented with four small Samosas. This was quite a plateful. Marg would also help herself to one of the three Chapattis, the lady knows how to snack.
Small compact parcels of pastry with potato and meat filling, an enjoyable snack to go with my salad.
Dry Curry is what Hector holds in the highest regard, this was – desert dry – in terms of appearance, but had sufficient moisture to to allay any fears regarding its edibility.
A sufficiency of Spinach was present, enough, not an excess. When I seek a Curry with Spinach, this is what I hope to receive, not a mass of Green Mush. This was – as I like it.
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