Resto 48 Salt and Pepper, Ostkreuze
Bog standard curry on a Saturday night after football.
Bog standard curry on a Saturday night after football.
Strange meeting with a puritanical Enfieldonian and flat beer. Not a Standard night out.
It's a spa town face off as Millennium Balti goes up against King Baba in the battle to be the Asian taste sensation of Lem.
If you want the trad Indian in this part of London it's a better option to hang on if you can till The India Club starts cooking.
Between the library and a gig at the Wigmore we were looking for a bit of spice. Soho's Kingly Street being on the way we took a chance on Cinnamon, which from the outside looks rather too carefully put together in the Bills/Dishoom tradition. I was wrong to have doubts.
The third Drummond Street of the year and probably the best. But where's the chicken?!
Another Friday, another Friday night curry. Ragam gives as good product as Gaylord round the corner but without the expense.
Coming to review a restaurant when the intervening 48 hours have seen a bacchanalian 60th birthday party and a 6 hour police assisted face off with somebody with mental health issues (not mine (this time at least!)), one could be forgiven for not exactly remembering the details of the cuisine on Friday night.
Bombay Spice in Marylebone delivers underwhelming food in a repetitive sound-world. Philip Glass inevitably comes to mind.
Formica tables, functional flatware and a paper napkin slimmer than graphene are the way the IC rolls. You're not in Dishoom now, this is the real thing. Or at least a mid-twentieth century Anglo-Indian reality.