I was so looking forward to trying this place. My favorite Indian restaurant in the world is Bengal Cuisine, in London, so when I noticed Bengal Cafe's sign in the ever-changing restaurant block on Mass Ave, the name alone prompted me to grab a takeout menu and make a mental note to try them next time I was in the mood for Indian. Which was tonight. So I called them and ordered Chicken Korma: an old standby, a simple dish that every Indian restaurant I've ever ordered it from has pulled off acceptably. Until tonight.
I arrived home to find three small pieces of chicken in a bland, watery brown sauce. Three pieces that turned out to still be on the bone. Something I have never encountered in Chicken Korma in any of the dozen or so places I've had it. Being an American, I expect chunks-of-meat-in-sauce to be served boneless. But I'm also aware that's not the way the rest of the world necessarily works. I decided it they hadn't figured out how to cater to American tastes yet, and that the flip side of that might well turn out to be some really special flavors. So I boned the chicken, put it back on the sauce, and sat down to eat it. And found myself with a mouthful of rubbery chicken which, while generally flavorless, also tasted a little off.
If I had been eating at the restaurant, I would have sent it back — something I have only ever done before when served the wrong thing, and usually not even then. As it was, I was pretty sure they'd be closed by the time I got there if I went back, so I just threw it out, cooked myself something boring and distinctly not Indian, and wrote this.
I arrived home to find three small pieces of chicken in a bland, watery brown sauce. Three pieces that turned out to still be on the bone. Something I have never encountered in Chicken Korma in any of the dozen or so places I've had it. Being an American, I expect chunks-of-meat-in-sauce to be served boneless. But I'm also aware that's not the way the rest of the world necessarily works. I decided it they hadn't figured out how to cater to American tastes yet, and that the flip side of that might well turn out to be some really special flavors. So I boned the chicken, put it back on the sauce, and sat down to eat it. And found myself with a mouthful of rubbery chicken which, while generally flavorless, also tasted a little off.
If I had been eating at the restaurant, I would have sent it back — something I have only ever done before when served the wrong thing, and usually not even then. As it was, I was pretty sure they'd be closed by the time I got there if I went back, so I just threw it out, cooked myself something boring and distinctly not Indian, and wrote this.
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Date: 2007-07-02 08:38 am (UTC)Liverpool has no such large community, Indian Restaurants are scarcer and I've found the food to be disappointing and bland, even a medium or hot curry having no real flavour to it. I suspect it's because the restaurants in Liverpool deliberately cook their food down to cater for white scallies and scousers who find a dash of pepper on chips "too unbearably hot." A couple of weeks ago I ate out in Leicester and I was practically weeping at the table at how good the food was.
Sounds like a combo of problems here, if Indian restaurants are thin on the ground in your neck of the woods, the food is likely to have been deliberately cooked extra bland (and probably without much joy.)
The bone thing sounds like catering inexperience. Traditionally meat is cooked on the bone. When I was wee restaurants still cooked it that way - trad style, and when I've eaten at Indian weddings the food has been on the bone. Bonelessness, like Tikka massala, is summat that's been developed for the western restaurant palate.
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Date: 2007-07-02 05:07 pm (UTC)