The return to Indian Mango (Zweibrückenstraße 15, 80331, München) was never a matter of – if – but – when. In times gone by I have ordered both the Fisch Chettinad (€13.00) and the Lamm Chettinad (€15.00) at one sitting. The logic is not about greed but the realisation that sometimes one is clearly more outstanding than the other. So why miss out? This is about comparing – excellence.
Marg had her Kaffe und Kuchen at Cafe Piedmont, she was then happy to come and witness Hector indulge.
OK, I’ll have a Starter, maybe the one we were given last night.
Arriving at 14.00, Indian Mango was much quieter than last night. The Lunchtime Menu was on the table along with the Main Menu. Herr Battra took my Order, 0.4l glasses of Sparkling Water (€3.00) were brought. Marg verified that we did have the Hara Bhara Kebab (€5.00) last night. Herr Battra offered to bring her something different, off menu. Agreed.
I took the opperchancity to photograph the new décor. There are fewer tables and chairs in the main dining area, this may be temporary.
Marg had envisioned a snack, that which came took her aback. Marg ate the lot, without assistance.
Dosa Pizza
This is new, a Dosa base covered in a gallon of Cheese. On analysing, Marg listed – Lentil, Onion, Capsicum, Carrot and Tomato being mixed through the Cheese, all topped with Herbs.
A very thin base – Marg observed further. Not the type of Pizza that suits Hector.
Full of vegetables – was her concluding remark as she tore in.
As much as Marg enjoyed the experience, I doubt if she would order this again. A snack is a snack, this was a meal.
Meanwhile, a few centimetres to her left, the main business of the day…
Lamb Chettinad Spezialität
Today, we had the full foliage, copious Ginger Strips and Coriander topped the mass of Curry. As with yesterday’s Fisch Chettinad, the pot was filled to the top and more.
Once again, I took a sensible portion of Rice from the other big pot and arranged my first portion of Curry on top.
Two versions, one meaty, the other fishy, so quite different. Today, a big Meaty-Smoky blast of Flavour. The Seasoning was below that served last night, and thankfully, Chef had held back on the Chillies. Still, both Red and Green sliced Chillies were encountered along with the characteristic pieces of half cooked Tomato. The caramelised Red Onions were again present. The same Masala therefore, if indeed this is a Masala. With no blending, each component could be identified discretely.
The Meat count was well into double figures, beautifully Tender Lamb, it feels like an age since I had a Lamb Curry. As I approached the end, I knew the quantity of Rice would defeat me. I also realised that it will be well into next year before I can get back here. A München trip has been cancelled three times in the last eighteen months. Hopefully no more disappointment.
The customary Complimentary Dessert was brought, two small portions of Mango Lassi. Strangely, Marg opted not to have hers.
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€33.90 (£28.73) I was then able to establish that the Dosa Pizza was €12.90.
The Aftermath
Herr Battra had already departed as the end of the lunchtime shift approached. Chef once again waved with enthusiasm as we took our leave.
And so to Kloster Andechs, another München ritual.
Day #4 in 
Marg and Hector entered 
The place was busy, we took one of the last remaining tables. A new 
The new 
Spinach and homemade cheese in a fritter (€5.00). 
I spotted two bowls piled high on the counter. Instantly I recognised these were for us. Once upon a time the Toppings were ornate. Once upon a time, Hector recorded the portion size was shrinking. This would be a Feast. Herr Battra brought the Curry and Rice.
Finishing the Rice is always a challenge, it’s a European thing where they believe man can eat a mountain of the stuff. Whereas, in the UK Curry Cafes, one is offered more Bread, in Europe it’s always more Rice.
Coriander was the simple Topping. I decanted enough to create a classic Curry & Rice. It was Marg who noted the Fish was Spiced on one side and was plain on the other – Masala Fish. The chunky pieces retained their integrity, no mass of Flakes here as is the Bradford norm. 
Tomato and Sliced Green Chillies featured prominently in the Masala. Marg clearly had fewer Chillies, if any. The Masala, the antithesis of every other Chettinad Masala I have encountered. Chettinad does not have to be a Shorva, here is the proof, and it’s not just a matter of cosmetics, it’s all about the Flavour. Somehow, the drier version packs way more Flavour than the – Sauce – versions I have been served everywhere else. 
The second half of the pot was simply a bonus. The only thing better than the Fisch Chettinad at 
If there is a better Fish Curry than that served at
Complimentary Desserts were brought, Rice Noodles in a Fruity Syrup. I considered not having it, why kill the joyous sensations on the palate?
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The Oil stands out. The best Keema have just enough moistness, no more. Fortunately, the karahi were big enough to let the contents sit at an angle, thus gravity would do us a favour. For once, Rice with a Keema may have been the better option.
Three Roti were provided. Large, light, fluffy, these Roti were nothing like those served at home – which tend to crisp. How would we manage three?
To date, Hector’s Happy Hunting Ground for Curry has been focused in the Curry Cafes on Menandrou and Geraniou nearest to the Vegetable Market. Our taxi driver last week took us along the far end of Menandrou and so the Lahori Restaurant was spotted. This is part of another cluster of Curry Cafes near Omonia, more venues, so little time. 
This morning, sad news from Ibrox. Walter has joined – The Immortals. Having been a season ticket holder back in the time of his reign, I appreciate all he did for Glasgow Rangers. I met him a couple of times. I taught one of his kids. 
Clive and I both chose Beef Karahi (€4.00) whilst Maggie went for Lamb Karahi (€4.00). I suggested a share of what I now knew to be the Kabuli Pulao (€4.00)*. Clive had to have his Keema Naan (€1.50). Marg, having a day off Curry, ordered a Greek Salad (€5.00). It did seem ironic that the Salad was the most expensive part of the Order. 
We managed to get everything on the table. A plate of Roti (€0.30) arrived also with some Raita. 
I took Rice and Raisins but avoided the Carrots. One piece of Lamb on-the-bone found its way on to my plate, laters. 
The efficacy of this Curry was immediately apparent. The dark, thick Masala was sufficient to coat the Meat. The Meat count was into double figures making a mockery of my Lamb Chettinad at 
I was prepared for a blast of Cinnamon as I had avoided decanting this to my plate. I wasn’t ready for the Cloves – wow! We have another winner, this was going to be another of those special moments in Curry-Heute. Black Cardamom was sifted from the Masala, Ginger Strips were embedded. All the classic ingredients were there. The Seasoning was as it has to be to generate this much Flavour. The Spice Level registered as medium at the start, but grew. 
The sheer size of the chunks of Lamb impressed. Lots of eating here, and Maggie had her share of Lamb from the Pulao also. Maggie found her Karahi to be too Spicy from the start. She called for more Raita to calm it down. Maggie created a Creamier version of Lamb Karahi. She ate the lot. 
Everything was there, however, the Green Olives proved to be bitter. 
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That is not Klefitko!
Steve and Louise declared their intention to join yesterday’s four for lunch at 
Upstairs? A mezzanine/balcony, the first thing I did was bang my head on the ceiling. No, Hector could not stand up straight, nor could Steve and Louise when they arrived soon afterwards, and the chap who would serve us. Clive and Maggie had no issues. 
The Menu remains the same, the prices remain the same. This has not been the case in the majority of Curry venues which Hector has visited – post Lockdown. 
Samosa
A Pair of large, chunky Vegetable Samosas were presented to Marg. They were hot, crucially, and filled with Potato and other Vegetables. 
A plateful of sensibly-sized Plain Naans were placed centre table, get stuck in. Whilst the Aloo Naan was my focus of attention, this, in fact all, had been perforated to prevent them rising, as in a Rogni Naan. Sesame Seeds had been sprinkled on top. The Potato filling was generous, not just a smear. The Seasoning here was noticeable, this was a wonderful piece of Bread. 
This was one helluva serious looking Desi Curry. Whole Green Chillies, Ginger Strips and a threat of Fresh Coriander, sat amidst the Shorva-esque Masala. The Meat, served on-the-bone, was into double figures. OK, one cannot expect the best cuts of Lamb, my first piece was decidedly chewy. As I chewed, so Steve was already remarking on the tenderness of the Meat. My next piece was better, thereafter I didn’t look back. On encountering the first of two – t – shaped bones, I noted – these had to be Chops. I was gobsmacked at the Quality of Meat. 
Clive was convinced he could see Peas, in fact, it was sliced Chillies which were mixed through the Mince. All remarked about the Oil, this was not the Dry Keema that the best UK Curry Cafes serve. Had the Keema been overhyped, expectation levels built too high? Apparently not.
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The 
It has been a long, long year without foreign travel. Finally, Hector and Marg have escaped from Blighty. All being well, there will be much posting on Curry-Heute in the days, nay weeks, to come from foreign parts. 2021 is not over yet. I begin in 
Last year, our return to Taste of India (Platia Theatro 22, 10552, Athena, Hellas) was left late in the trip, their 
This was Curry in the old fashioned sense: Meat sat in a rich, blended Masala with the Oil separating. I did not bother to count the pieces of Beef, they were large, the portion abundant. 
My initial sample confirmed this Curry would meet expectations, the Seasoning was right up there. Clive confirmed this too. The Spice seemed moderate to start, but built, and then some. Spice and Seasoning, this Curry was going to be savoured.
The presentation was identical, again the Oil was separating. Some find this off-putting, it is how Curry is. Some tell me the Oil is fattening. Where is the evidence? Oops, shot myself in the foot there. 
The Lamb was even softer than the Beef, however the impact on the palate was not so apparent. Last year I had the 
What a potful. The Chicken had the appearance of Mother’s Curry made from leftover roast Chicken back in the day. Maggie did realise immediately that this was in fact not processed Chicken, this was the real deal. The Masala looked thinner compared to the above.
The quantity defeated Maggie, her remnants were shared between Hector and Clive. So Hector had the opperchancity to comment on his third Curry of this sitting. The Masala was definitely tasty, but not in the same league as that served in the Beef Curry. The Chicken did nothing for me. However, let the person who actually ordered it have the final say:
Arrived lukewarm, definitely off a chicken, not processed, cooked from scratch. Asked for it not to be too spicy – (and that is how it was served) – The Rice was separated, as I like it, no starch. 
The Gulab Jamun was served warm which is decidedly better than – cold. 
The Monday Club has become well established, Curry afore is still in the development phase. Last week’s most enjoyable mini feast at 
A Chapli Kebab, cut into wedges, Vegetable Pakora and the legendary Fish Pakora were presented. One assumes that 
The Salad must not be overlooked. Anything that has Green Olives and Pickled Chillies has to be worthwhile. The Salad almost convinces the writer that this was the healthy option. 
Of the three pieces of Fish Pakora, I took the one nearest, then the smaller. The – little fingers – thought otherwise. I still ended up with two. Marg spontaneously remarked on the impact of the 
Our Mains were ready. We hadn’t finished our Starters. Tactically, it was clear that we should abandon the remnants. The car was parked around the corner. Leftovers, a treat for later. 
There was no denying that this was a course in itself. I hoped Marg would help out here, her Chapatti was more than enough to accompany the Keema. Potato, Cauliflower, Mushroom, Peas, Carrots and – believe it or not – slivers of
Why does this look – evil? The – onion-like – slices of Karela, sitting atop the classic 
Hector’s reaction to the first mouthful made one wonder why it had been so long. 
Meat, Masala, Karela, and a wonderful array of Vegetables, there was so much going on here. This was Diversity-cubed. Normally, on visiting 
Just look at the Potatoes! Marg felt she had so much on her plate, some of the Potatoes were added to the Vegetable Biryani. Chicken Mince, long dismissed by Hector, but no more. Last weekend’s visit to 
A good sized Chapatti to complement my Chicken Keema with Peas and Potato. Plenty flavour and a salty kick. After some complimentary starters, I was unable to finish my Chapatti. The Chicken was a lovely change, but I still prefer the Lamb version.
I took the remnants of the Starters and half of the Vegetable Biryani to the counter. Naveed needed no instruction.
Lamb Chettinad (£11.95) is why I chose Rishi’s. 
OK, I knew I was getting – Soup, I’ve had this Curry here before. Curry Leaves were a feature of the Masala, I would set these aside, or at least, attempt to. With just a threat of Coriander on top, I would appreciate the Syboes even more. 
On decanting the Meat, I counted five pieces, two of which could be described as – large. With the ratio of Meat : Masala heavily weighted towards the latter, it would be a case of eke out the Lamb. A wedge of half-cooked Tomato was present also, 
The Spice Level seemed to be decent at the start, this was reviewed as I made progress: definitely a Spicy Curry. The anticipated blast of South Indian Smokiness hit the palate, wonderful! One wouldn’t have this all the time, but it makes a great change from the Hector norm. 
I said I had too much Rice, and where did all the Leaves go?
Last night, on spotting a social medium ad for Aloo Gobi at 
This afternoon, Hector was outside waiting for the shutters to go up, which they did at precisely 14.00. Two chaps came in at my back and took the booth style table on the far wall. I sat facing the counter. 
When the screen flashed up – Fish Pakora – Hector was hooked. 
The Salad had Olives, I hope to see many more of these in the coming weeks. The Pickled Chillies, I love, and if that wasn’t enough, Spiced Onions had found their way on to the plate also. 
With the Fish Pakora, more than enough to be getting on with, however, the Aloo Gobi had now been reheated.
All this way for Vegetables? The indulgences over the past few days have not included many – greens – so here was the the key to a balanced diet. Maybe not, Potatoes and Cauliflower are both – white. Last night on TV, I saw people serving fried Cauliflower Leaves, whatever next, Potato Skins? 
The Yadgar Taste
With Hector le Chef off-duty today, it had to be Curry, what else? Choices in Glasgow, early afternoon on a Sunday, are limited. 
Two steaming hot bowls were brought to the table. As – half portions – go, these were generous.
A Herb, hopefully – Methi – was mixed through the fine grains of Chicken. As in all authentic Keema Dishes, the Masala, if any, was at an absolute minimum, yet the Curry was decidedly – moist. A micro-puddle of Oil sat atop, any peripheral Oil was again minimal. 
Even allowing for the larger pieces of Potato, this was very much a case of – eat your greens. A classic pulp, this is not the style that I go to often, however, one gets a notion and today was the day. The – Earthy Flavours – had been absorbed by the Potato. Potato, Hector had his mysterious craving sated, for today at least. 
Having decanted both Dishes, it was a matter of alternating between Veg and Meat. The contrasting Herb Flavours were noted, for Hector, Methi wins hands down. 
The Bill
£8.00 Moiz was keen to show me their new itemised printouts, still no Menu as such. Ahmed was keen to let Hector have this – on the house. In the end, money did change hands.