Ah the memories - as a student in Bradford I visited many such establishments. Madras + chapaties (no rice) eaten with fingers for 5 bob - bliss. Vindaloo was a life altering experience, I still recall the pain. In more recent times, a place at bridge of Don - amazing, soul destroying madras served by six foot six dude with huge bushy beard. thought he had escaped from the Hindu Kush until I heard his Scottish accent. He asked how the curry was and we gasped that it was hot. His reply "well what do you expect?" He had style.Best curry that I ever had was from a grotty take away in Bradford, which if I was sober at the time I would never have entered...it burnt on the way down and on the way out it literary burnt my arse hole.
Ah....Johnnie G's....the worst indian restaurant in the UK......no Nepal staff and sh1te food.SKJOLD said:Johnny Gs, Tiffany's, Cheeks.
Ahh! the memories.
Once asked the Ghurka chef "Any bones in this mate", "No bones" says he.
Curry had more bones than meat in it.
Great stuff the old Ghookah Ruby in HK. Talking of curry in HK I wonder if Shaafi is still trading in Osbourne, and Ali Khan in Shek Kong.Cabarfeidh said:The only authentic one is the lamb curry we used to get issued as compo in Hong Kong. Blew our heads off and ensured the illegal immigrants we were lurking for on the border IIs smelt us coming from miles away... strong? 20 years later and my tongue still winces at the memory. ;-D