PROFILED BY DE GROOTS MEDIAJumping is the only word to describe lunchtimes in this darkened den crammed with Indian students and workers fleeing nearby offices. It thumps too, to the beat of way-too-loud Bollywood tunes and the clamour of a restaurant full of hungry people - yelling in at least two different languages - battling to be heard. But here it’s exciting rather than annoying, although you might not want to dine among such clamour every day.
What you will want every day is the curry and the superbly light, yet seductively oily naan that takes the place of rice for most meals here. And then there are the curries too. The menu is concise, offering a selection of staples guaranteed to please curry lovers. There is a viscous, chocolate-coloured dahl makhani peppered with lentils and red beans, a rogan josh equally as viscous peopled with yielding chunks of lamb, and the list goes on. Rice lovers might try the cinnamon-infused biryani tumbled with chunks of tender goat on the bone. Wash it all down with a beer, a fruity cold Sauvignon Blanc, or with a glass of traditional salt-your-own plain lassi, which is surprisingly cleansing and refreshing minus the heavy sweetness of the fruity varieties.
John Weldon