To the Mirabai with new departmental chums for a getting-to-know-you curry. Booking wasn’t necessary on a quiet Wednesday evening but popadums were – mountains of ’em. And what a glorious array of chutneys to go with! Definitely a plus. But did we stop there? I shouldn’t bloody well think so.
Straight into the mains, no starters – mine was a prawn curry which went heavy on the mustard seed. Yum. In fact double yum, lovely big king prawns and a generous dollop of sauce. If only I’d got my own personal naan it would have been perfect. But that was my fault rather than the restaurant’s. A scattering of veggie sides, all good, and at a reasonable price.
Conversation flowed naturally, helped along by lashings of Kingfisher. After passing up dessert I said goodbye and got the last bus to London in a state of solid gut-full sleepy contentment.
To see which other restaurants I’ve visited in 2016 check out my GoogleMap
Blue Badge guide to London and academic specialising in early twentieth century history. Blogging on history, academia, and food and culture in the capital (and occasionally elsewhere).