Indika has always been our standby for Indian takeaway so I was confident that the food would be good on our latest visit after a bout of snooker.They don’t have a licence so beverages can be purchased in the Turkish convenience store a couple of doors up. While getting our Zywiecs we were witness to a classic of gentrification in action. A gentleman of hirsute appearance and sporting a Rapha top had a bottle of Schweppe’s tonic in his hand but he clearly wasn’t happy.
Hipster to the till guy, ‘Have you got any other tonic?’
‘Like, cos you know Schweppes … they like have additives and it’s just not cool.
‘You know, like you should get some Fever Tree … have you got any Fever Tree?’
‘You want tonic?’
‘Yeah, Fever Tree?’
‘No Fever Tree’
‘You know this Schweppes, it’s really not good.’
‘You want Schweppes tonic, £1.49, thank you sir.’
Capitulation on the part of the hipster who slunk out to smirks from the other customers after coughing up the cash.
Indika was a bit empty when we got there but it was quite early and started to get a few customers by the time we’d hit the mains while orders for takeaway were flying out of the door fairly consistently. A mixed starter for two got us off to a good start – lamb kebabs, onion bhaji, samosas, all the standards that you’d want cooked very well. I had a prawn chef’s special for main that was presented more elegantly than expected and tasted good. The boy took a vindaloo and it appeared to have the desired effect.
For about 15 quid a head it was spot on, if you’re a Harringay resident I’d see no reason to travel further for your curry fix although I have heard good things about a place on Turnpike Lane.
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