Manchester – Kabana – #gethehectorhome

At 18.00 last night an email from easyJet flashed up on the Huawei – flight cancelled! The heart sank. I looked at the easyJet booking site, seats on today’s flight from Berlin to Manchester were still on sale, then I noted the flight number. It was next Monday’s flight from Krakow to Edinburgh which had been cancelled, a flight I had written off. I had three flights booked back from Polska, all cancelled. This morning I checked the departures at Berlin Tegel, my 10.20 flight to Manchester was operating.

Checking in to the Ibis at noon, I messaged Mags to arrange a rendezvous at Kabana (22 Back Turner St., Northern Quarter, Manchester M4 1LQ England) at 12.35. She was due to join twenty plus people tomorrow in Krakow, instead, she tagged along with Craig and Yvonne on their trip to Manchester.

On landing, I had verified with Rizwan, Mein Host at Kabana, that he would be open today. I reached Kabana at 12.30, I was relieved to be here, Hector’s Horrible Holiday had ended. Rizwan follows my travels – living the life – is how he describes it. On relating the events of the last few days, he summed it up – if you live the life you have to put up with the difficulties. Kabana is usually full at this time. The government have advised people to stay away from pubs and restaurants, unlike Polska who have closed them all. My friend Robert who owns Browariat (Katowice),  where this sojourn commenced last Thursday, does not know how his business can survive.

Karahi Lamb on-the-bone was served, what a plateful. Rizwan helped me smother his finest Dish with – the foliage – a Manchester ritual. Taking my seat, Rizwan introduced me to chaps at the adjacent table. Curry-Heute was duly noted, welcome! One asked me about the best Curry venue in Manchester. I confirmed that (IMHO) Kabana was by far the best of the Northern Quarter venues, however on Cheetham Hill Road, opposite – the other KabanaLahori Basha is certainly worthy of a visit for their Lamb Karahi. The mighty Deera further up the same road is still Hector’s #1 Manchester venue.

As I completed my photographic ritual, so Mags arrived. She took the Rice & Three option – Karahi Lamb, Keema Peas and Chicken Masala. Mags commented upon the size of the portion wondering if she could manage all this. For Hector, the 05.45 (GMT) rise meant the stomach was well and truly ready, just eat slowly, Hector. Omeprazole helps, but is not a magic bullet.

Karahi Lamb

This Curry just gets better and better. From where is Rizwan sourcing his Meat? Soft/Tender/Succulent – does not do it justice. Every piece is a joy whether it be the bits served on-the-bone or the boneless. The Lamb gave off the required Umami Taste whilst also releasing the Spices back to the palate. The Seasoning was there and so the Flavours were full on. My first bite was into a Black Cardamom, not the best of starts. The sliced Green Chillies guaranteed the Spice Level would be a bit of a challenge. Biting into whole Black Peppercorns added both Flavour and a – kick.

My train home tomorrow has been timed to let me come back here for lunch beforehand. I’m having the same again. I am tempted to simply post – same again.

Rice & Three

Look at this, a huge piece of Capsicum, that’s what happens when one orders a Chicken Curry! Mags was making positive comments about the Chicken Masala from the off – the chicken is wonderful. Hopefully, Hector will never find out.

They certainly know how to make a Curry in here – was her concluding remark.

The Bill

£6.50 Where else can one get such Quality Curry at this price?

The Aftermath

Rizwan told me that he is becoming concerned about his supply of Lamb and Chicken, prices have trebled. His present pricing structure is therefore not sustainable.  Enjoy it while you can.

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Manchester – delhi2go – A Tale of Two Fishes

Having eaten early, eating late felt symmetrical, and how could Hector walk past delhi2go (119 Oldham St., Manchester M4 1LN England)? Marg phoned just as I reached my preferred late night Manchester venue, it was only 22.00, hardly late. Mian was outside, engrossed in conversation with a delivery driver. As I walked in, the place appeared to be empty. Amer popped out, almost magically.

With no sign of Chef Shahid, here was the opperchancity to try other things on the menu. I studied the Kebabs and Wraps, then spotted the Peri Peri Fish. Available in two sizes: Single (£5.90) and Double (£7.90), the latter made more sense.

I took a seat, Mian came in and got on with packing the stream of deliveries. Having seen the process in action on my last visit in January, I still find it remarkable that so many send out for food. As the ongoing COVID-19 heads towards crisis in the UK, so even the Hector may have to get on board.

When Mian spotted me, he was straight out from behind the counter, hands were shaken, firmly, despite advice to the contrary. As part of our conversation I related that man has yet to develop a cure for any virus, I heard this being translated into Mian’s first language as he went back to work.

Is the fish still swimming? – I asked Amer around 22.30, it was taking way longer than I expected. A few minutes later I was invited up to the counter. Two Fish sat on a plate, I was invited to choose whatever Salad accompaniment I desired. I kept this to a minimum, meanwhile a plate of Spicy Rice was prepared. The two Fish were distinctly different.

Fish #1

This Fish had clearly been cooked longer, much darker, a slight crust on top. I had to employ a knife to cut it up, a most unusual eating style for Hector. The underside of the Fish was decidedly white. There was next to no Flavour from the Fish or the covering. The Rice had more Flavour than the Fish

Fish #2

This was lighter on top, there was a sense of – runny red sauce. This Fish fell apart using the fork. Now I had Spice but not much more in the way of Flavour. The Seasoning was approaching – nil – and this was a Fish Dish.

Nando’s Fish – is what I had in mind when I placed the Order, this had to go down as a disappointment. If travel is still possible next month I shall try something completely different.

The Bill

£7.90 as was written.

The Aftermath

Everyone was busy as I took my leave. Until next month.

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Berlin – Madni – Halal Indisches und Pakistanisches Restaurant – When and where will my next Euro-Curry be?

At 08.00 this morning the last of the open German borders were reportedly closed. Thankfully, international flights continue taking off from Tegel Flughafen, and the fallback of trains to Brussel for the Eurostar maintains, albeit at a price which reflects demand/supply/profiteering. With the feeling of dread lifted, it was time to go out for food. For how long will the Germans be permitted to do this? I can see the UK trying to close all pubs and restaurants soon, expect the riots.

I have become aware of even more Pakistani outlets for Curry in Berlin, after the comfort of Swera yesterday, it was time to go exploring. Madni – Halal Indisches und Pakistanisches Restaurant (Prinzenallee 27, 13359 Berlin Deutschland) has a resounding name. The U8 from Alexanderplatz took me to U-Bhf Pankstrasse, from there it was a few minutes walk to Madni.

Madni is a decidedly small Curry Cafe with six tables arranged in pairs. Maybe twelve people could be accommodated. Clearly, Takeaway is a major part of their business. Arriving just before 13.30, I squeezed myself into the furthest table, the Menu was already in situ.

I was pleased to see a – Fisch – section, time for a change from Lamb. Fisch Sabzi (€9.90) could satisfy my desire to include – Interesting Vegetables. The young chap serving came to take my Order. He confirmed that Rice was included making the Curry even better value, and accepted my request for – Scharf und ohne Paprika. I also added – Desi, Apna – just in case it made a difference. A chilled litre bottle of Sparkling Water (€3.00) was provided, just the job. It was 16ºC outside, there is a sign that winter may be over.

A Poppadom and three Dips were presented. A somewhat watery Chilli Sauce and Raita were poured over the Poppadom. Bring on the blast of Cumin Seeds! I shall miss these, but then I have to get back to Blighty to be able to miss them.

The place was a hive of activity, a chap sat at the window tables filling the small containers to be used for Takeaway Dips. Surfaces were being wiped, table tops, kitchen apparatus, everything. This was good to see given the present hiatus.

The Rice and Curry were accompanied by a Modest Salad. This I declined, Paprika and Rocket, why waste food? The Rice was a classic Euro-portion, about double what I could eat, this would be wasted.

Fisch Sabzi

Swera set the standard yesterday. In terms of appearance today’s Sabzi matched it. The Curry was topped with Ginger Strips and a sprinkling of Coriander leaves. As I decanted the contents of the pot, so I noted the Vegetables: Green Beans, Peas, Cauliflower, Courgette and Carrots. There were plenty of pieces of Fish in there also, Rotbarschfillet which translates as Redfish. Now we know, I trust a Fish expert will remind me what this actually was. The Masala, once revealed, looked on the thin side, the quantity was such this Dish was thankfully far from – Soup.

The Spice was noticeable without being demanding. The underlying Flavour was typical of what one receives in Mainland Europe. One wonders what combinations of Spices they use, or more importantly, what they don’t use.

A chap dressed quite differently from everyone else came in and acknowledged my presence as I ate. I deduced this was Mein Host. As a lone diner, this made my day, such courtesy, a welcome to a face he had never seen before. Another chap, who appeared from the back kitchen (?) every so often, looked remarkably familiar. Perhaps he has a twin working in the UK?

As I ate on so I became more attuned to what I was eating. The Masala had no great depth of Flavour on its own. Some of the thicker parts of the Masala had shrouded the Fish, eating these was perhaps the best moments of the meal. The Vegetables that needed to be firm were so, those which should be soft, were. The Vegetables added a diversity of Textures but little in the way of Flavour. I have had some great Aloo Gobi moments in recent times, today the Vegetables were little more than ballast. The Flavour mostly came from the Fish, and any sense of Seasoning also. Some of the Fish required a bit of chewing, fortunately, the Texture was far from rubber. This Fish was actually very well done in terms of presentation and Flavour. Pleasant, enjoyable, and better than the alternative that is Deutsche Fayre, the mind wandered a bit. Imagine a Chef from Glasgow or Bradford opening up a – Desi Curry House – in Berlin and exposing the population to Punjabi Fayre. Maybe somebody has, and Hector hasn’t found it yet?

Today there was no – Wow! The search for this in Berlin continues, or it will when travel becomes less stressful.

The Bill

12.90 (£11.73) A decent feed for a modest price.

The Aftermath

The Calling Card was accepted gracefully, Mein Host was pleased that I had enjoyed my meal.

On the return journey I stopped off at Mauerpark to remind myself of the time when many more people were trapped on the wrong side of a national boundary.

As I write this, I note that all unnecessary travel to the EU is to be stopped for thirty days. Ah, Brexit, how clever that was. In a couple of weeks, Curry-Heute will be ten years old. The plan was to commemorate the day at Indian Mango (München) where the best Fisch Curry ever experienced, a Chettinad, is served. Of course, if I cannot get out of Deutschland, I may make it after-all.

Menu extracts

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Berlin – Swera – An Unexpected Pleasure

So much for flying back to Blighty from Polska, nae chance. Not only was my flight from Warszawa to Manchester cancelled, a subsequent booking to Glasgow also disappeared. International trains in/out of Polska have also stopped. This morning at 00.45 I took a bus from Lodz to Poznan with a three hour layover to connect with the 06.50 bus to Berlin. Flixbus were at it, selling tickets for a bus that would never run. Some fifty people had to improvise. Four of us took an Uber to Slubice on the east bank of the River Oder. From there we walked across the bridge to Frankurt (Oder) – Deutschland. Who has ever heard of people walking to freedom into East Germany?

Two days in Berlin, the bars have been told to close, restaurants remain open. I decided to return to a familiar venue – Swera (Bergmannstr. 103, 10961, Kreuzberg, Berlin, Deutschland). Hector was taking no chances after the disaster that was Touch of India (Lodz).

This was only my fourth visit to Swera, it feels as if it should be more. Last year’s Curry did not live up to the expectation established in the first visit with Marg back in 2016. Then Marg had the impressive Gosht Subzi which I have subsequently had with Battak (Duck), not so impressive.

Taking no chances I ordered the Gosht Subzi (€11.80) – ohne Paprika, Scharf. Rice is inclusive which makes the Curry great value. Having been on the go for so long, I was a great big hungry old Hector, a Starter was called for – Maschli Pakora (€6.30). A 750ml bottle of Sparkling Water (€5.50) completed the Order. This is Deutschland, Bier would have been cheaper.

The waiter took the Order and congratulated me on my Deutsch, Curry Deutsch is easy. A couple were the only other diners when I entered just after 15.00, four more would arrive, Berlin is quieter than usual.

Poppadoms and three Dips were brought. The Flavour from the Cumin Seeds burst onto the palate, the accompanying Tamarind Dip was also special.

Maschli Pakora

The six pieces of Fish in a Spicy batter resembled Fish Fingers. They appeared to have been double fried, or – dinged – given their dryness. The Spice was there, the Seasoning was there, and so the Fishy Flavour came through, complemented by the leftover Dips. The Salad Garnish was annoying, why give me Capsicum when I had specifically said I didn’t want any in my Curry. I am not a fan of Rocket, and so much was left.

When the Curry and Rice arrived it was accompanied by a Side Salad, such a German tradition, which was a grander version of the Garnish. Again, much of this remained uneaten.

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As is often the way, the Rice portion was huge, way more than a Hector could ever eat. However, today I managed most of it, so not such a waste.

Gosht Subzi

Topped with Ginger Strips, there was quite a mound of food in the karahi. The Vegetables were to the fore: Cauliflower, Onion, Peas, Courgette and Carrot. All were presented with a decent level of firmness, most enjoyable. The Meat count was into double figures, so doubly pleasing. The Masala was decidedly – Minimal – and had a reasonably thick texture. This Curry had the potential to be excellent.

The Seasoning registered immediately, success, I had found what I was looking for. The Meat, although a bit Dry, gave off way more Flavour than that of the Lamb itself. This Meat had been well Spiced. The Vegetables provided the – Diversity – I seek, thus putting me in a very happy place.

I went back to the pot for more Rice. Spooning on the last pieces of Meat, Vegetables and Masala, the level of satisfaction attained put Swera firmly back on the Curry map. This is definitely one of the best Curry Houses of the nine covered so far  in Berlin  by Curry-Heute.

How was the food? – I was asked in English. I was then offered a Mango shot.

Too early – I had to decline it. Another waiter offered me coffee on the house, again declined. It was Bier o’clock.

The Bill

23.60 (£21.40) Sterling has gone way back down again.

The Aftermath

Bis nächstes Mal – said the waiter as I departed.

That’s my line.

And so to Augustiner am Gendarmenmarkt, Bier Halls count as Restaurants. I was given a table away from everyone else. Tables have to be 1.5m apart, and people sat accordingly, the Police have instructed Restaurateurs. As of 08.00 tomorrow, Germany closes its northern borders, my – Bridge of Tries – crossing this morning may no longer be possible. My flight to Manchester on Tuesday may vanish. Here we go again.

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Lodz – Sneha’s – Touch of India – Really?

Why it takes hours to travel the relatively short distance by train from Katowice to Lodz, only Polish Railways can answer. Day #2 of how many in Polska? Who knows what the future holds?

I left the Hotel Ibis with a spring in my step, a usually reliable app – ontap.pl – had Rowing Jack, one of my long term favourite Pivo, on at nearby PiwPaw, it wasn’t. Having taken a long way for a short cut, my next port of call fared slightly better. Thereafter it was – where’s the nearest Curry House?

There are presently some six Curry Houses in Lodz (“Woodge”), all have spectacular reviews on other media, confidence levels were high. Sneha’s Touch of India (Ludwika Zamenhofa 3a, 90-431 Lódz, Polska) would provide this evening’s meal and shelter from the rain. It only seems to rain when I go out, snow was forecast for later…

The restaurant was empty of customers, people are staying in already due to the Koronawirus. I had to ask if they were open. A chap showed me through to the rear, having a choice of every table on the premises, I took one mid-room. A waiter was in the corner, a customer at last.

Finding Methi Lamb (35zl) was an unexpected bonus, surely worth a try despite the mention of a – delicate cashewnut Sauce. Following on from last night’s partial success with the Lamb Hyderabi Biryani at Icy & Spicy (Katowice), I considered Veg Hyderabadi Biryani (28zl) to be a worthwhile accompaniment. Both Dishes were quoted as being 400g.

I showed the photo of Capsicum on – The Curry-Heute Campaign – page and confirmed with the waiter than none would come in my direction. He assured me that there would be none in the Methi Lamb. I was then advised that as the Methi Lamb  came with Rice, I would not need the Biryani, a Starter was suggested. Flicking back quickly to the front of the Menu, I spotted Lamb Seekh Kebab (45zl). The price suggested this was a main course, with a suitable break between courses I should be OK. A bottle of Sparkling Water (330ml, 10zl) completed the Order. I was then asked if I was sitting in or taking away?

There was an attempt at conversation whilst I waited. When the waiter stated that the staff were from Nepal, the heart sank. Many of my worst Curry experiences have been in Nepalese Restaurants.

Seekh Kebab

The Lamb Seekh Kebab arrived sizzling on a platter as described. I have never seen so much Seekh Kebab on one plate in my life. I suspect this was for sharing. The Kebabs had been cut up at an angle thus the pieces maintained some form of linearity. The Kebabs were decidedly drier than those served in the UK, the ground Meat may well have been different also. The Spice was there, the Flavour lacked complexity. I watched as the Salad Garnish cooked on the still hot platter. Slices of both Red and Green Capsicum were in the Salad. Why do people not listen?

At the halfway point I considered stopping and taking the remaining Kebabs away. I changed my mind, with the added Sauces I was quite enjoying them. The Red Chilli Sauce was not Sweet thankfully, however the Green one combined to create  the taste of Dolmades, not my favourite.

The table was cleared, I asked for at least a ten minute wait before the Methi Lamb would arrive. This was agreed.

Much of the chatter in a certain social medium today was about some of the – Bieres Sans Frontieres – group deciding whether or not to take the risk in flying to Polska next week. A post was put up, as of midnight tomorrow, only Polish Nationals will be allowed to cross the border – inwards – I assumed, bars and restaurants are to close. I used my gap between courses to try and get a flight out of Polska before midnight tomorrow. £272.00 with Mr. O’Leary from Katowice tomorrow morning was the only flight I could find. Given how long it took me to get here today, I doubted the feasibility. One thing is certain, I do not wish to be marooned in Polska with everything shut for another nine days. I booked a flight from Warszawa at a horrible time back to Manchester on Tuesday morning. So much for saving money by purchasing non-refundable accommodation.

The waiter checked I was ready, I was. What followed will go down in the annals of Curry-Heute as one of the very worst of Curry experiences.

The Rice

Too often in mainland Europe I report on establishments who serve enough Rice to feed a family, it inevitably goes to waste. This was a – portion? It barely covered the plate. Then there was the Curry…

Methi Lamb

The Creaminess I can handle, not my favourite, but there was due to be Methi in there, all could be well, still. The dark specks were surely Black Pepper, but then where was the Methi, had it been blended in? A Green, Creamy Curry? Whatever, as it sat on the plate it simply looked awful. This was – Soup, exactly what I never want.  I occasionally use ground Cashew Nuts to thicken a Masala. What was the base for this – Masala?  There was no sign of Onion or Tomato. Surely they had not just added cream to ground Cashew Nuts?  That is not a Masala, this was not – Curry.

This Curry was not even at the bottom end of the scale of – bland. The Spice jars must have been waved over the pot as had the Salt cellar. The food was tepid, had it been left out to cool until I was ready? There was simply nothing here to become excited about. Then, in the classic Woody Allen style, I noted the volume. How was this 400g? Did that include the Rice?

After my huge – Starter – I was worried about finishing this, I needn’t have been. It was gone in no time at all. This was Curry? I haven’t been served something this poor since Gurkha Thali (Huddersfield) some nine years ago. Needless to say, Gurkha Thali closed soon after my visit. Nepalese Curry, I rest my case.

The Bill

90zl (£18.62) It used to be cheap dining out in Polska, I suppose I did have two Main Courses.

The Aftermath

Coats were on, the staff were waiting for me to finish. I left the Calling Card. I had previously told the waiter how bland the Curry was.

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Katowice – Icy & Spicy – An Apt Description

The story of getting to Katowice is told elsewhere. Hector is in Polska for two reasons, the AGM of – Bieres Sans Frontieres – in Krakow next weekend, and the Pendragon gig in Lódz tomorrow night. Yesterday the Polish government banned all gatherings and closed the schools due to COVID-19, Pendragon have left Polska already. As Italia is now basically in lock-down with nearly everything closed, one wonders what will happen here over the next twelve days. Hector could be in Polska for a lot longer than planned, or – even less.

Having checked in to the still amazing Hotel Katowice, it was out for food before meeting up with Robert at Browariat. Icy & Spicy Restauracja Indyjska (ul. Jana III Sobieskiego 10, Katowice, Polska) is one of the ever expanding number of Curry outlets in Katowice. On my first visit here to see Pendragon back in 2014, there were only two.  Icy & Spicy  advertise themselves as serving both Indian and Pakistani Cuisine. The latter had Hector hooked.

Two chaps were pondering over the Menu as I took refuge from the rain which I am convinced is following me around. Icy & Spicy appears to be a converted corner bar and seats around thirty. The Menu was brought, quite extensive, and there was advice that each Dish could take twenty minutes to prepare. I liked the choice of portion size by weight, something I wish UK Curry Houses would adopt.

Lamb Dopiaza (32zl) surprisingly stood out as having no mention of – Paprika – whilst many choices did. I checked with the waitress who was clearly knowledgeable about the Menu. On showing her a photo of Capsicum she assumed this is what I did want. On establishing the opposite, she admitted that most of their Dishes contained the dreaded green mush. I was shown to the Hyderabadi Biryani (42zl) which may well have been the most expensive Dish on the Menu. Biryani is a good way of avoiding – Soup, however, given the likelihood of no Masala I added an Aloo Gobi (24zl).

On asking for Sparkling Water (330ml, 4zl), I was offered it at room temperature or from the fridge, I chose the cold. Hector’s first beverage in Polska therefore was not Pivo.

Moments before serving, I was asked if I would like a Spicy Sauce along with my Order. Having heard the chaps over my shoulder remark on it, the answer was in the affirmative. The Biryani and Spicy Sauce arrived, the Aloo Gobi followed some minutes later.

Lamb Biryani

Quite a plateful, but despite the Onion and hint of Coriander on top, it was basically Lamb in a Spicy Rice. A Vegetable Biryani can offer so much more diversity. The Rice had sufficient moisture, the Lamb was appreciably drier. On spooning on some of the Spicy Sauce, it was a case of – wtf?

Spicy Sauce

The Spicy Sauce had been served – cold, the – Icy?

One reads about people taking on – Chilli challenges – and wonder why, and just how Spicy are we talking? If this was representative, then Hector is not taking part. This was fierce, to be treated with respect. It did annihilate the taste-buds monetarily, they somehow recovered. The tubes were being well cleared, Koronawirus shunned.

Aloo Gobi

400g – claimed the Menu, yet this portion was appreciably smaller than the Biryani which was advertised as being 300g. I could see pieces of Potato but no Cauliflower. On decanting then starting, I concluded the Masala was mostly pulped Cauliflower. This Dish was appreciably hotter in temperature than the Biryani, how Hector likes his food to be served. There was a pleasant Flavour from the Masala, adding this to the Biryani is just what was needed. Hector now had something resembling – Curry!

I picked Green Cardamom and quite a few pieces of Cinnamon Bark from the Rice and a single Clove. I then found larger pieces of Cauliflower and so reconsidered the Masala in the Aloo Gobi. Creamy, yes, I was not getting the claimed Fenugreek, Ginger or Cumin from the Masala.  The large pieces of Lamb gave off no more Flavour than from the Meat itself, still very dry.

Hector was congratulating himself on this combination. The Aloo Gobi was an ideal complement to the Biryani, the overall quantity did not overwhelm. Satisfaction had been achieved.

The Bill

67zl (£13.56 ) I was only charged 39zl for the Biryani, the Spicy Sauce was inclusive.

The Aftermath

I gave the Calling Card to the waitress who had been charming throughout my visit. She assured me that her boss would be delighted to receive it. And so back out into the rain and the satisfaction of Hector’s other desire.

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Glasgow – DumPukht Lahori – You must visit!

DumPukht Lahori (39-41 Paisley Rd. West, Glasgow G51 1LG) was spotted last Friday as Hector and Marg took a detour to avoid congestion on the Clydeside Expressway. On seeing the words – Dum Pukht – I knew the cuisine would have to be in the style associated with – slow cooking – along the axis from Persia through Afghanistan and Pakistan to NW India, in other words, Hector’s favourite. I phoned yesterday to confirm the premises would be open mid-afternoon, noon is quoted on Google Maps. Dr. Stan was willing to come and – share the kilo.

Alighting from the No. 9 Bus just before Paisley Rd. Toll, I took the opperchancity to establish what is left of Kabana after the recent fire. It is unlikely those premises can be saved, so why have they not relocated? Home Style is still in business, Punjabi Dhaba has long gone. At the road junction, I passed two famous Glasgow landmarks, The Old Toll Bar and the Grand Ole Opry.

You may find Hector in one of these venues, but not the other. A few metres west lies the Istanbul Turkish Kebab House, allegedly famous for its – interesting vegetarian starters. One day, perhaps.

Entering DumPukht Lahori just before 16.00, I took a seat at a window table with a wall heater behind. The heater was off, so no chance of drying the coat which still has not fully recovered from Saturday night. Dr. Stan arrived at 16.15 having walked from the West End, he was soaked. The rain must stop, eventually.

The waiter greeted on entry, I told him I was waiting for a friend. He brought a jug of water and a glass, reconsidered, then brought another. No fuss about water as experienced last week at Namak Mandi or as reported at – The Village – along the road. I had already studied the Menu online, a kilo of Lamb Lahori Karahi (£20.00) is why I was here, though there are alternative versions to explore on future visits. The Bread choice was limited to Naan. Rogni Nan (£1.50) I have had, usually in Manchester, Tal Nan (£1.50) was new. Dr. Stan agreed we should try the latter plus a plain Nan (£0.90).

The chap serving told me that DumPukht had been open for – two to three weeks. In the Cafe style which is Hector’s preferred type of venue, the décor is simple. The four big copper pots are a major feature of the room. I wonder what is planned for them?

As the Order was taken, so a younger chap came out to greet. He was trying to tempt us with Starters. As we were having the kilo, I suggested we might order Starters later if still hungry, unlikely as that would be. It was made clear that – the half kilo – was also an option. How this is priced will be established in future visits when Hector, or any Curryspondent, orders as a lone diner.

A decent Salad and two pots of Raita were brought. The Salad was divvied up, very refreshing, a nice touch. We were ready for the main event.

The Naans were brought first, both light and puffy with the hoped for burnt blisters. The Tal Nan had a buttery gloss and Sesame Seeds. Both impressed, and given the inflated price of Bread at too many venues, so these breads tasted all the better.

Lamb Lahori Karahi

This looks good – was my reaction as the waiter placed the flat karahi on the table. The Meat was – on-the-bone – so we were confident that we could – mange tous. The Meat stood higher than the Masala which meant there was an adequate amount of the latter. The thick Masala had a red oily sheen in places, this Lamb Karahi looked to be just the job. We both took a plateful, it was then very apparent that we would manage to wipe the karahi clean.

We have Seasoning! – was my reaction to the first mouthful.

Salty, isn’t it? – replied Dr. Stan. In fact we had so much more. Anything that looked this good had to be wonderful. This was another of the too rare moments when one has found a new venue which is going to be raved about. The Spice Level was not demanding, it was all about the Flavours in the Pale Masala. Fresh Tomato, Butter and Garam Masala – were the listed ingredients in the description. Garam Masala? Is that all? Is this the secret to creating this wondrous Curry? But then, exactly what proportions of which Spices are in their Garam Masala? The Masala could well have been Tomato-based. The – Buttery – Flavour was very evident, the Oil left on the base of the karahi proved to be irresistible, great Flavour. Then there was the Lamb.

Initially I felt that every piece of Meat I had was on-the-bone, this proved to be not so. The Lamb was delightfully Soft and it too gave off so much Flavour, beyond what one would describe as – Tender. At the end, our pile of bones was well within acceptable parameters.

Every mouthful was a joyful moment whether it be Bread dipped in the Masala, the oily residue, or biting the Meat off the bone.

The waiter came over to ask the customary question. I gave the thumbs up – Excellent! – was my response, he withdrew displaying a contended smile.

Dr. Stan had said very little, his usual – Mmmms – were not audible, too busy enjoying his meal:

Yes it was salty, peppery spices, a rich masala. A well cooked meal, most enjoyable.

Nowhere else in Glasgow serves a Lamb Karahi close to this combination of Flavours, yet Hector knows it so well. This Karahi Gosht was very much in the – Manchester style. I have been enjoying this for years in my sporadic visits to Dera (Manchester) and more recently at Lahori Badsha (Manchester). This interpretation adds further diversity to the Curry on offer in Glasgow, which makes me ask again how any other city in the UK has displaced Glasgow from its former title – Curry Capital.

The Bill

£23.40    The £1.00 charge for the Salad was forgiven, still, unbelievable value.

The Aftermath

The younger chap who had spoken to us earlier came out from the kitchen area and asked if we liked our meal.

No, we loved it!

The Calling Card was given, and introductions made, this was Chef Shah. On seeing the rotating gallery of photos on the – About – page, he remarked that I knew my Karahi. I promised to spread the word and return as soon as possible. His assistant was described as being – like a brother. There should be more information on the background to DumPukht Lahori in time to come. In the meantime, there had to be a photo, and despite the current pandemic, we had the longest of handshakes.

The next Curry-Heute review is scheduled to be in Katowice, Polska, we shall see what happens in the next few days.

Updates – April & May 2020

The first victim of Lockdown.  Google showed these premises as permanently closed.

On May 21st, Curryspondent Pete contacted Hector to break the good news – DumPukht is back! A quick phone call verified this.

DumPukht Lahori is open daily from around 14.00.

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Glasgow – New Gandhi Indian Restaurant – Hector, the Regular

New Gandhi Indian Restaurant (441 Victoria Rd, Glasgow G42 8RW) is the type of venue in which Marg prefers to enjoy her Curry, a proper Restaurant with the commensurate ambience. Hector has paid three visits here in recent months, the cumulative total has seen the venue which was once – Danny Singh’s Gandhi added to – Glasgow’s Top Rated. The attraction is the well priced Punjabi Desi Dishes featuring Lamb served – on-the-bone.

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This evening Marg and Hector were joined by Alan and Tracy, it is a while since we last dined together south of the river. Assembling at the nearby Allison Arms, we arrived on schedule for the 20.00 booking. We paused outside to record the moment, the conditions were horrible. We happily parted with our coats as we took our table, the same location I have occupied in each of my recent visits.

The Waiter recognised me and announced that – the Lamb on-the-bone was particularly good this evening.

I came for the Fish – was my reply. I had planned to replicate Visit #4 and have Tandoori Lamb Chops (£6.50) followed by Fish Tikka Masala (£11.95). Danny, Mein Host, came over to greet and reiterated the quality of the Lamb, the staff had just been enjoying it. Ah, well, change of plan.

As we took our seats, I spotted the hand wipes on the table, is this where we are already? I offered to pay for the meal if I got to keep the wipes. The would be pandemic has not reached these proportions in the UK, yet, however in Italia…is this the fate that awaits us?

Danny was happy to register that as this was an evening visit we would be partaking of alcohol. Cider (£4.25, 500ml, bottled) was available for Alan. Hector would have draught Kingfisher (£4.75, pint), whilst Tracy stuck to bottled Cobra (£3.55, 330ml), Marg was on Sparkling Water (£2.40, 330ml). Recalling a particular night in Jaipur, I asked Danny if he had tried the stronger versions of Kingfisher, the 6.0% Blue Label in particular. From his time in India, Danny was well aware that Kingfisher there is way better than the safer version sold in the UK.

Poppadoms were brought accompanied by the Mint Mash, Spiced Onions and Danny’s very own Pickle. These were devoured whilst I noted the Order. Hector missed out, not much left for the Curry Blogger.

We decided to have two portions of Tandoori Lamb Chops plus one of Seekh Kebab (£4.95). My fellow diners on the last visit confirmed the Seekh Kebab to be something special.

Alan and Hector would have the Punjabi Desi Gosht (£11.95), whilst Marg somewhat predictably went for Keema Mutter (£9.95). Tracy found Punjabi Pardesi (£1.25) in the – Specialities – section. She would have the Chicken version. Tracy also asked for extra Minced Chillies to accompany her selection. It was agreed that a Side of Chillies would be presented.

Alan ordered a plain Chapatti (£1.00) whilst Tracy went for a Garlic Butter Chapatti (£1.20). Marg was going to follow suit but I persuaded her to share a Paratha (£2.95) and the excellent Mushroom Rice (£3.25). I have not had a Paratha here since 2014, it was time to re-evaluate. Alan remembered to ask that all the Bread be served – whole.  My Soupçon of the Pickle kept me amused until the arrival of the Starters. In passing, Danny commented upon the frequency of my visits.

I’m trying to become a regular – was my response.

Lamb Chops

A portion of four, so two each. Had I been having the Fish, I would have insisted on a portion to myself. The Chops were a decent size, well fired and perhaps too juicy. They would have benefited from at least another minute in the Tandoor, the Flavours could have been enhanced by further cremation. The final Chop was thinner, Alan said this was better.

Seekh Kebab

I cut each Kebap in two, a half each, though all having sampled, somehow we ended up with a half leftover. The Lady who doesn’t like Lamb? Hector benefited. The Spice Level was remarked upon by all, my insistence on ordering was justified. One could eat a lot of these, might I suggest that a Kofta Curry should be considered?

The commentary so far:

Tracy – I didn’t think much of the Chops, the texture was wrong. The Seekh was the best I have ever had.

Alan – Chops weren’t well enough fired. The Seekh Kebab was lovely, very spicy, very flavoured.

Marg – I enjoyed the warm Poppadoms, the Mint had a big kick. I like the Spiced Onions. I didn’t want to fill myself with Starters. Did Marg only have one Chop?

The Waiter cleared away the debris, in answer to the customary question, I told him the Seekh Kebab was excellent and the Lamb Chops could have done with an extra minute. So it goes.  More Cider.  The Kingfisher wasn’t going down, wrong, choice tonight, Hector.

There was a suitable gap between Starters and Mains.

The Chapattis arrived in quarters. This prompted a request to a passing waiter that the Paratha should come whole. When it was brought by our chap, he commented that it hadn’t been cut up. He had to be reminded that that was what was asked for.

Having shared many a Naan with Alan and Tracy, I was puzzled as to the minimal Bread order. One Chapatti usually does me, perhaps they are on board with this? The Paratha Police were out in force this evening. A decent size, the Paratha showed layering, just, was decidedly Thin and had no Swirl. Marg thought it to be – doughy – and would have preferred a Chapatti. I kept thinking it tasted as if it has been stuffed, but found no evidence to support this. I have had much better Paratha, and worse.

The Mushroom Rice was up to its usual standard. In my excitement I took more than my share. Marg, oops. There was still some left, some. In my recent visits, I have observed Rice to be the better accompaniment.

Chicken Punjabi Pardesi

Piled high and topped with slices of Red and Green Chillies plus Coriander, this looked to be an inviting Curry. This was how I would hope to find this Dish, a rich Masala with Herbs, not a Green Curry. I could see me ordering this, in Lamb. The Arab Patti still intrigues.

The extra Minced Chillies never arrived, however, I suspect there were enough on top.

Absolutely delicious – declared Tracy – I asked for very spicy and it was very spicy. I asked for extra Minced Chillies which never came, not a major problem, awesome!  The Bakery was very tasty, Bread was cut up, we asked for – whole – I’m being pedantic, 8/10.

Tracy giving scores? That’s new, extra Chillies also?

Punjabi Desi Gosht

The Sucky Bone stood out in my karahi. With no Meat attached, I wondered why it was there. From my limited knowledge of Meat cuts, I would guess that the remainder of the Lamb was – leg – given the way the Meat surrounded the other bones. Five bones in all, this portion did not match that served a couple of months back.

Alan and Hector exchanged comments throughout, I started with:

The Lamb is stunningly tender.

More seasoning required – was Alan’s first observation.

Spice moderate, I noted.

A helluva lot of bones.

I had five bones, so had you.

Mine had no meat on them.

Alan was reminded of his first visit to Karahi Palace when he had a similar experience – Bag’o’bones – was the term coined that evening. He has since forgiven them and some, his favourite Curry venue presently?

The Masala was next up for discussion:

The Masala was too tomatoey, but I like tomato – observed Alan who made a similar comment about his Curry at Bollywood Lounge (Dumbarton) last week. I hadn’t put this down as a Tomato-based Masala, perhaps it was. Pleasant as it was , the – Wow! – was not there. Alan and Hector have very similar and exacting requirements.

Keema Mutter

The Menu says – dry dish – it most certainly is. I could see no Oil collecting under the Mince and Peas. Topped with Coriander and sliced Green Chillies, the latter may have been too much for Marg. She finds all Curry to be – Spicy – however, when we all had a sample, it was agreed that this was the Spiciest Curry on the table. In the end, quite a bit came my way. That I was able to devour this after my own Curry may again say more about the Meat content of the Punjabi Desi Gosht. Whilst I found the Keema Mutter to be enjoyable, still no – Wow! As for Marg:

The Keema was too hot for my palate. The Paratha was too heavy.

I should have given her more Rice, this may well have tempered the Spice Level in the Mince.

The Ladies required Coffee. A milky Coffee (£1.95) – hotter than you can make it – I put to Danny, plus an Espresso for Tracy. With the accompanying Chocolates both were content. More Cider. Hector would wait until we were back across the river before assuaging the thirst.

The evening was disjointed – was Alan’s summary – asked for the Bread to be whole, extra Chillies…

Very hospitable – began Marg – a warm and cozy room, I would love to go back.

.for the Fish! – was my final comment.

The Bill

£101.95 Well within acceptable parameters.

The Aftermath

It was not quite 22.00, the rain had abated, still time to visit Glasgow’s Pub of the Year – 2020.

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Glasgow – Namak Mandi – Another Day, Another Curry

Having spotted the banner advertising the £4.99 Buffet Lunch at Namak Mandi (21-23 Bridge St, Glasgow G5 9JB), Ricky, The Man from Bradford, was interested, he loves Curry but loves low prices even more. To the best of Hector’s knowledge, this is even cheaper than anywhere in Bradford.  Hector will admit to not being overenthusiastic, but having consulted a well known and reliable Curry Blog, as did Ricky, we were on for a 14.00 rendezvous, the Buffet ends at 15.00.

Mags joined us today, Dr. Stan was in tow being The Rickmeister’s host. We were shown through to the extension by a young waitress. That was it, no instructions given, get on with it. I took photos of the Dishes under consideration, not the Pasta, Rice with Peppers or the Chana Daal.

Kofta was there else we would have left, today it was Aloo Kofta which would particularly please Mags. The Chana Masala would make an excellent side, the Chicken Biryani also. I took two Chicken Wings to act as a Starter, all on the same plate.

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There was another Dish, Chicken with Peppers, lots of them. Hector gave this the big swerve, my fellow diners all had it and had to wind me up by telling me how tasty it was, aye right.

Ricky was disappointed with the lack of Starters, but this was nothing compared to what followed. He went to ask the waitress, who was then in the main dining room, for a jug of water. She pointed to the bottles in the fridge, Ricky pointed to the jug on a table.

The policy at Namak Mandi, he was told, is that Tap Water is only available to those dining a la carte, not in the Buffet room. The reply was obvious, Ricky believed it to be a matter of law in both Scotland and England that anyone can walk in to any premises and ask for a glass of tap water. The waitress may only have been doing her job, their policy seemed out of order. The benefit of blogging is that a posteriori edits can be made, Curryspondent John clarifies the law in the comment attached below.

We had no water.

Hector’s Buffet Plate #1

The Chicken Wings were cold and so any pleasure which may have accrued was lost. I was here for the Kofta, this made the day. The blended Masala had a decent kick and was well Seasoned, this was was going to be a case of how much could I eat thereafter. The Kofta were Lamb, we had presumed that the cheaper – Chicken – would be served, this was even better. With a fine Herb content, so full of Flavour and again a good level of Spice, impressive. We agreed that these were as good an example of the genre as we have encountered.

Absolutely gorgeous Kofta – exclaimed The Man from Bradford. Ricky has long sung the praises of Kofta Curry first served at Karachi Restaurant in Bradford, and only there for a long time reportedly, then came the wonderful nights at International (Bradford) before the upgrade and the Shahi Kofta disappeared.

The presence of Potato added the diversity that Hector seeks. The Biryani was suitably aromatic, Green Cardamom piled up on the plate. The Soupçon of Chana Masala again added an alternative texture, just enough.

Another half dozen diners arrived after us, the Buffet was being stretched. Fresh Naan was brought out, and the trays nearest the door were being replenished, unfortunately the Kofta was at the far end. I joined Dr. Stan to take round #2, we agreed that there was only Potato left, no more Meatballs, and thus it remained. Actually, we finished the Potato.

Hector’s Buffet Plate #2

The Chicken in the Biryani was the only Meat on the plate, as ever, it did nothing for me. The Vegetable Biryani would have been considered, but Hector was not going to put Capsicum on his own plate. Plate #2 was very much about appreciating the quality of the Masala with the Potato, more Kofta and I would have been in raptures. £4.99? I had eaten my share, and enough Chickpeas for one day.

Dr. Stan apparently had the scrapings off the Dessert tray, he was certainly having full value:

Creamy this pudding – he had to tell us – the Koftas were good, spicy. The Daal was also good.

Mags:

The Kofta was amazing, lots of Potato …to my liking.

Finally, The Rickmeister:

Chicken with Peppers were quite good, never seen in Bradford. Kofta is my favourite dish and that was acceptable. I’ll come back again despite (the refusal of tap water). Shame Dr. Stan nicked all the pudding.

The Bill

£19.96    No water, no tip.

The Aftermath

The waitress was thanked, we communicated our appreciation of the Kofta to Mein Host who was standing at the open kitchen. I spotted Karahi Gosht on the stove in a big pot. Mmmmm, I’ll have to come back.

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Glasgow – Karahi Palace – Feeding The Rickmeister

The Man from Bradford is in town and was needing fed. He didn’t want – Soup – and he didn’t want – bones – and not – bone dry – either. However, Ricky still expects to be provided with Desi Curry. Yadgar would have met his criteria, alas there was another box to be ticked – near to a pub – which satisfied other criteria.

Dr. Stan provided the moment of sanity and finally clarity, Karahi Palace (51-53 Nelson Street, Tradeston, Glasgow, G5 8DZ) it would be. Apart from Keema, all their Meat Curry is on-the-bone, as is Hector’s preference.

Hector arrived moments before his fellow diners at the arranged time – 16.00. I informed Ayaz, Mein Host, that I was not alone. I had my customary glance at the prepared Dishes on display despite knowing full well that I would be having –  my usual.

The usual? – asked Ayaz once we were assembled. Two of us would have the customary Lamb Karahi (£8.00) with a Chapatti (£1.50), Having studied the Dishes on display, the Rickmeister ordered Keema Mutter Aloo (£6.00) with a Naan (£1.50). No bones, not Soup.

As an afterthought, Starters were mooted, three Seekh Kebab (£1.50) were added to the Order. Ricky was surprised at me ordering a Starter, well I wasn’t going to watch.

A modest Salad and Raita were brought along with hot plates, Salad on a hot plate, I decided against. The Raita would be useful as an accompaniment for the Seekh Kebab which came within minutes.

Seekh Kebab

These must be the longest Seekh Kebab ever seen. That it was one each did seem strange, but on halving each kebap normality was restored, a pair. Our preference is always Lamb, these were Chicken Seekh Kebabs. In the end, nobody was disappointed. Seriously Spiced – would be an understatement, these had a definite – kick. The interior was moist along the axis where the skewer had been. This could become a new standard, not too filling, enough to get the digestive system into gear.

Keema Mutter Aloo

One orders Curry here, it comes in a plate. Chicken Mince, again, we all prefer Lamb, so it goes. A few Coriander Leaves topped the Curry which was definitely not – Soup – or – bone dry. The Oil was already collecting around the base of the Mince, Potatoes and Peas.

I enjoyed that, not my normal fayre – was Ricky’s verdict, a sensible portion, but he was finshed first by some way.

Ricky’s Naan was served in four pieces, we keep forgetting to ask for Bread to be served whole, but why cut it at all? I liked the girth of the Naan, I should consider a switch back to my Chilli & Coriander Naan which I know they do well here. The Chapattis arrived in two batches so the halved first Chapatti actually made a bit of sense, for once.

Lamb Karahi

The rising water vapour may spoil the first photo but captures just how hot the food is served at Karahi Palace. The downstairs eating area was particularly warm today, hopefully the winter chill issue has been sorted. In a previous time, the vapour would have meant a longer wait.

I know why I keep coming back – was the Hector declaration from the off. Absolutely superb! Today I could sense Cinnamon standing out in the mix of Spices. The Flavours were full on, another truly remarkable Ayaz creation. The Seasoning was there, Mein Host knows exactly how I desire my Curry. The Spice Level was not silly, well pitched.

The Masala Mash shrouded the array of Meat cuts, today I had Chops and Ribs. As I discarded my bones I noticed that Dr. Stan had a sucky bone or two, or three, or four. He had them all! Still, we had presumably both benefited from the preparation being in the same pot.

For reasons unfathomable, I was finished before Dr. Stan. Ricky sat eyeing up what the Good Doctor had remaining, making not too subtle bids to help him out. Dr. Stan carried on regardless. Ricky eventually admitted that he should have tolerated the bones and had the same. He is still convinced that when Curry is served – boneless – and – on-the-bone – is also offered, the kitchen simply fish out the bones. I disagree, one cannot risk bone fragments in a Boneless Curry, two pots required. I know people to ask for verification.

It always surprises me – began Dr. Stan – how many spices there are, which is good … very good, and just the right amount. Aah.

No – Mmmmms – today then.

We had both thoroughly enjoyed our Karahi Gosht, perhaps it tasted even better because the Rickmeister had missed out. (emojis understood)

The Bill

£29.50 A tenner a head, with a Starter, perfect.

The Aftermath

The Laurieston initially satisfied Ricky’s nearby pub requirement before we took the bus up to Holland St. to another.

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