| Marg and I had just dropped off my son at his
new digs within walking distance of the Darbar, and left him to unpack and clean the
place. We entered the place at about 3:30, with just a ouple of Indian ladies eating.
A couple of Poppadoms each, and the half-dozen relishes almost sated us on this hot and
sunny day. Quite often I find that poppadoms have a bitter aftertaste redolent of rancid
oil - these were fresh and dry.
Marg thought she'd try the Chicken Pillau, but there was a little confusion, and the
waiter suggested the Chicken Biryani which she agreed to. I asked what the waiter
suggested, and he told me the Lamb, on the Bone, Traditional Style, was his
recommendation.
This Lamb Karahi was exquisite - the meat was perfectly cooked, and the spicing was
"just so". The Raita accompaniment was fresh and tangy - again nicely spiced.
Marg's Biryani was just what she had hoped for - she has a morbid dislike of yoghurt,
an unfortunate (for her) staple in Indian (and other) cuisines.
We both ate until we were fit to burst.
There was only one downside to the visit: one of the waiter's grasp of English appeared
to be poor, and on a couple of occasions, he went away from our table without
understanding what we'd asked for - a very minor problem which I forgive.
Verdict - I will certainly be visiting my son more often than is my
fatherly duty - any excuse to eat again at the Darbar!!!
Sandro
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