"In my Englishness I decided to take my family here out of homesickness, this restaurant brought us a whole other kind of sickness. Even being from the land of questionable kebab meats, I feel entitled to write about this devastating establishment, tested the waters with 4 poppadoms, this analogy doesn’t fit the quality as I was greeted with a plate of poppadoms dryer than the footwear of Mahatma Ghandi himself, tryed picking one up and was left with a big hole in the thing and dusty fingers, not for the first time tonight, as I had previously picked up the dust coated glass to pour out beer that was about as warm as my sisters vindaloo. As for my food (a prawn tikka masala) which came out pleasingly/alarmingly fast! However served with a smile? Absolutely not outcome the so called waitress with a face of discust, which is completely acceptable if she had spent the previous minutes in the kitchen. However the curry was something that I wouldn’t feed to my dog, and I’m sure a homeless wouldn’t leap at the offer, tried to eat as much as possible and I am impressed with 2 forkfulls swallowed before joining my families queue to the toilet to vomit before salmonella kicks in, this isn’t an exaggeration although the owner didn’t have to question the sudden popularity of his toilet facility, because atleast the bog water was probably an acceptable drinking temperature. Long and short of it, I payed the bill and evacuated, never to return under any circumstances, what a terrible restaurant!"
