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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Masala (Pod Karlovem)

Back in 2007/8, me and Masala on Mánesova used to have a bit of a "thing" going on.

Ah, I remember it well... The sense of heady anticipation generated back then by owner Bobby Jain in his free tastings and good-humored hype campaigns on expat forums; the undeniable spark between us when first Masala and I did meet; the subsequent butterflies in my stomach (and not the Delhi belly kind either) on the way home at having at long last located a place for decent curry in this otherwise spice-lorn city... Happy days.

For a while, things continued splendidly between us, but over time, bit by bit, I slowly started to realize that Masala was no longer returning the love in quite the same way. Dwindling portion sizes, inconsistent quality and constantly overstretched service left me feeling neglected and betrayed, and over time the relationship eventually started to fizzle out, finally coming to a decisive end once and for all when my affections were won over by then newcomer-to-the-scene Curry House in Palmovka (one recent disappointing dalliance with Dilli Delhi in Vinohrady notwithstanding).

A year or so down the line, and I thought I was fully over my relationship with Masala -- that is, however, until the recent opening of a new branch on Pod Karlovem in Nusle suddenly and unexpectedly reawakened all my long-forgotten emotions for the place.

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

Clearly Masala was making great efforts at a new beginning, and I thought it fair to give the place a second chance - if only for old time's sake.

And so it was that Tango Man, Miss X and I headed to the newly opened Nusle branch last week to take a collective trip down culinary memory lane.

The interior was notably much more spacious than the Mánesova branch, which at busy periods does rather tend towards the claustrophobic. The decor was likewise more "Indian" themed, and they also had a small outside section at the back, where - like pretty much all other customers that balmy evening - we also sat on this occasion.

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

To start off, Tango Man ordered a large Gambrinus at 70 CZK, while Miss X and I both went for a 0.2-liter glass of Chardonnay at 95 CZK per glass. Ouch.

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

At the Mánesova restaurant they used to serve complimentary pappadoms at the start of a meal. No such luck here.

If it wasn't going to be free, we decided not to fill up too much on starters on this occasion and instead proceeded directly to the mains.

I went for the Murg Methi at 197 CZK. This was described on the menu as "chicken breast cooked in rich garlic, ginger and onion with crushed fenugreek leaves, coriander and cumin powder."

Miss X opted for the Chicken Palak at 175 CZK, a Punjabi dish cooked with chicken, spinach, tomatoes and spices.

Tango Man already knew what he wanted from a previous visit (which he'd also praised highly), namely the Tandoori Chicken (185 CZK) with mint sauce - officially on the starter menu, but which he requested this time round as a main course.

It wasn't intentional that everyone went for chicken, by the way - it just worked out that way.

Everyone was hungry, and so as not to test their patience, I just took a quick snap of all the mains collectively, pictured below with a side order of basmati rice at 49 CZK.

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

Additional side dishes we ordered were the onion kulcha (60 CZK) and plain naan (39 CZK).

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

The collective opinion here was that the curries both had the benchmarks of a really good dish - subtly flavored, generously proportioned, tender meat and (unlike some places, where it's all sauce and no substance) plenty of it too. What let both dishes down, in my opinion, was the usual Prague problem of pandering primarily to the spice-averse - though supposedly served "medium hot," neither dish really registered more than a "2" on my personal spice scale ("1" being a mild, non-threatening korma, "10" a belly-busting phall). This was partly my own fault - the Masala menu does clearly state that dishes can be requested hotter, and after all the meek and mild curries I've eaten in this city over the years, I really should have known better by now than not to have asked.

Nor was mere lack of spice the only issue with heat here either. Without the traditional hotplates to keep the food warm, out in the garden everything quickly cooled to lukewarm by the time we were halfway through - a shame when such an elementary error could have been so easily avoided.

Tango Man and Miss X both liked the two large pieces of Tandoori Chicken, which were definitely very well seasoned, but which I personally found rather on the dry side -- I was happy just to have a taste here and fill up on the curries and kulcha instead.

Masala Pod Karlovem, Prague

With a couple more drinks thrown in, the meal for three came to a total of 1,130 CZK, which (drinks aside) compares quite well to most other mid-range Indian restaurants in Prague. The overall verdict was that we'd enjoyed the meal, but wished it had been hotter both in terms of spice and standing temperature.

So how does Masala Pod Karlovem compare to Masala Mánesova?

Well, it's certainly less cramped and claustrophobic, and has a lot more potential for hosting big group dinners. (As we left, I noted a pre-booked party of 20 to one side of the indoor section.) With more staff on hand, I also found the service much more pleasant and relaxed -- in the Mánesova branch, they always seem to have one rather frazzled waitress on shift at any one time, with inevitable long waits and occasional slip-ups as a result. I must say I enjoyed the food at Pod Karlovem a lot more than I had done my last two visits to Mánesova, and (though it might be my imagination here), it also seemed that the portions were bigger at this branch as well.

So was this visit as a whole enough to rekindle an old flame....?

In short, not quite. Masala Pod Karlovem was good, but not nearly good enough to replace the current object of my Indian affections, Curry House, where drinks are cheaper (35 CZK for a glass of wine, 32 CZK for a half-liter of Gambrinus), spice is plentiful (and does not have to be specifically requested), and the location is only a quick hop across Libeňský most from my own front door.

No, if anything this return visit to Masala marked a final curry "closure" for me - we had our good times in the past, but have now both moved on to establishments and custom new.

That's not to say that Masala doesn't dish up a decent curry or that it's not a good place to spend the evening, especially if you happen to live in the area - it is.

But for me, when it comes to curry, sadly Masala is simply not "The One."

Masala
Pod Karlovem 12
Prague 2
Phone: (+420) 222 561 021


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Dilli-Delhi

In my recent post on the subject of Indian food in Prague, I mentioned that I was looking forward to checking out the new curry house / cocktail bar that has recently opened in Vinohrady, Dilli Delhi. And so yesterday evening my Indian friend Tango Man and I finally headed down for a visit. Tango Man had already been once the previous week, and had apparently really liked the place.


The interior was quite cavernous and plain, which I would not normally mind (back in the UK I’ve invariably found that the quality of the curry is in direct proportion to the dinginess of the surroundings) but for the notable lack of aeration in the main basement dining area. A musty smell permeated as a result, which somehow brought to mind that peculiar odour of stale air and school carpet that anyone who also spent their miserable years of adolescence at a bog-standard British comprehensive will undoubtedly recognise.


Separate food, drink and cocktail menus were promptly brought to the table. With Dilli Delhi's rather dour interior, it didn’t really strike me as the ideal venue for a cocktail bar, but as at least one of the staff here worked previously for Bombay Bar, it’s fairly understandable that they’d want to make the most of their drink-making talents, I suppose. As for Tango Man and I, we just went for a large Budweiser at 40č (him) and a glass of the unnamed House White at 35kč (me).


Naturally we started off with a couple of pappadums a 5kč per pop. Dilli Delhi doesn’t offer a pickle tray as such on the menu, but on request the waiter brought out two little bowls of lime pickle and mango chutney. I missed having the full whammy of raita, onion salad etc to dip into on a proper spinning tray.


The food menu wasn’t the most expansive for a traditional curry house (but then again, neither was Rasoi’s as I recall), but on the upside this at least saved on the usual agony of choice in selection (bhuna?? dopiaza?? chicken tikka masala?? etc etc...). For the mains, we in the end went for the chicken jalfrezi (175kč) and chicken masala (160kč). Tango Man had had the jalfrezi (a shared favourite) on his previous visit, and professed it to be very good.


The sharp-eyed among you will no doubt have noticed the pieces of diced carrots and peas within the jalfrezi dish, rather than the strips of fresh red and green pepper and sautéed onion that traditionally constitute the vegetable contingent of this dish. What is not quite so obvious from the photo, however, was that there were also pieces of broccoli (yes, seriously, broccoli) mixed in as well. Clearly the dish had been cobbled inexpertly together with a mixed bag of supermarket frozen vegetables (and not even the right bloody vegetables), a fact confirmed by Tango Man with the waiter (also Indian), who did at least have the good grace to look embarrassed at the fact. Apparently they had a new head chef starting that day, which explained the difference in quality between first and second visit at least. Either way, we both felt it was a real let down for the dish, which in terms of spice, flavour and quality of the meat was actually otherwise pretty acceptable.

Luckily Dilli Delhi fared somewhat better with the chicken masala. I’d expected a rather more creamy version of the dish, but the rich tomato sauce and tender chicken went down just as well, if not better. I could have done with a bit more spice, but then again I do have a pretty high "hot" threshold.

As sundries we decided to skip the rice in favour of the breads, going for the aloo kulcha (pictured first) and onion kulcha, both priced at 45kč.



The aloo kulcha was excellent, being really thick, tasty and moist – we couldn’t fault it at all. The onion kulcha, on the other hand, was very thin and dry by comparison, with very little flavour of onion. Tango Man had also ordered this bread on his last visit, and proclaimed this version notably inferior by comparison.

So all in all, not the most successful of first impressions, and I can’t help wishing I’d gone sometime during the previous fortnight, when - according to discussions on expats.cz at least - it seemed to garner far more positive reviews. Perhaps we’d simply been unlucky in experiencing a new chef’s first night teething troubles, but that said, the frozen broccoli / carrot / pea jalfrezi was - under whatever circumstances - something of an unforgiveable abomination, and the interior itself fairly irreversibly pretty fusty and unappealing.

When it comes to curry, I’m always genuinely disappointed to be the bearer of bad news, especially when it comes to previously promising sounding new places. However, until I hear otherwise, I will be sticking with Curry House as my top Indian restaurant in Prague, and unfortunately giving Dilli Delhi a wide berth until their new chef supposedly raises their game...


Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Curry House

When reviewing Indian restaurants in Prague, you always have to make allowances for the fact that it's never going to be this:


Yep, this is my local - the Sultan Balti Palace on Wokingham's main town square. You have one, I have one, and chances are it's not in Prague. Many a happy meal of vegetable shashlik, chicken tikka masala and oversized balti naan were consumed at the Sultan in the ten years before I moved to Prague, and it's still top of the list of places to visit on the one or two occasions I brave the UK to catch up with friends and family each year.

Back in the Czech Republic for the other 360 odd days of the year though, where best to scratch the curry itch? Like most expat Brits, in my four years here I've searched in vain for true curry nirvana in Prague, and despite having come tantalisingly close on certain occasions, until recently had never yet quite managed to achieve that state of perfect bliss I have so effortlessly reached on countless occasions before back at the Sultan.

I'd been to been to Masala (started off good, but seemed to go off the boil lately), Tikka Dhaba (just plain weird, inauthentic food, possibly stoned waiter), Beas, Balarama and Govinda (all more canteen than restaurant though and usually only open when I’m at work), Tandoor (overrated), Chanchala (great dhosas and chai, but located in a shopping mall), Himalaya (good put pricey), the Indian Jewel (yet more costly), Khajuraho (just plain silly expensive), Haveli (good but out of the way), Mailsi (meh), Manni Pakistani (absolute crap), Rasoi (shut down a couple of years back amid allegations of tax evasion, as I recall), and last but not least Rana (my hitherto pleasantly down-and-dingy favourite). I’m still looking forward to trying out the new restaurant that has recently opened in Vinohrady, Dilli Delhi.

Personally speaking though, true nirvana was for me at long last achieved on the opening of the Curry House in Palmovka last year. God, I love this place. Undoubtedly part of it is proximity (I live just across the bridge in Holešovice), meaning that at last I have a “local” in the geographical sense of the word, but more than that it is the seriously tasty food, extensive menu, and – most importantly – the fact that they are not afraid to actually use spice (seemingly a dirty word in some Indian eateries here) that have so unreservedly won me over.

I’ve actually only ever eaten in the restaurant itself the once with the girls (pre-blog), all fellow Brits who unanimously declared their curry itch to have been well and truly scratched. Its interior is quite plain and possibly a bit too brightly lit for my taste (photos are available on the website), but the service was impeccable and a good time had by all. However, Mr K and I have had take-out from here on at least a dozen occasions, experimenting from time to time with the menu, but more often than not trying but failing to deviate from our standard curry formula (as illustrated below).

Pictured here is yesterday’s dinner of saag aloo, chicken jalfrezie, lamb rezela (one of the restaurants specialties - a Bangladeshi medium hot curry of fried onion, garlic-ginger paste, and yogurt) and aloo paratha (a.k.a. potato pancake - my preferred alternative to naan bread, especially when ordering takeaway, as it tends not to lose its freshness so easily).



Mr K likes his curry vindaloo / near phall hot and I too am definitely not averse to a dose of pretty strong spice, but wow did we certainly get it with this – even Mr K had to declare that this was nearing as much as he could take. Needless to say, between us we happily polished off the lot.

Pricewise Curry House is generally pretty reasonable, especially when compared to some of the pricier places such as Mailsi or Khajuraho. As a special, the rezela was slightly more expensive at 225kč, the jalfrezie 185kč and the saag aloo 145kč, with the sundries priced at 65kč for the aloo paratha and 50kč for the rice (not forgetting the 5kč per takeaway box).

Of course (discounting that whole long, convoluted 'Do Czechs Hate Foreigners' debate) few things are as divisive among Brits in Prague as the subject of what qualifies as “proper” Indian food or not, and naturally everyone will pick and choose their personal favourite dishes / combination etc in their own personal path to curry nirvana. I for one certainly wouldn’t want to set myself up as any kind of authority on all things curry here, and this article is of course written from an entirely subjective viewpoint. That said, after four long years of searching I’ve at long long last officially found my new “local” in Prague, and just thought I’d at least spread the word for all those out there still on their personal quest… ;-))


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Chanchala

Call me an uppity food snob if you like, but I have to say that apart from the odd quickie sandwich / coffee on the hoof here and there, I don't generally like eating in shopping mall restaurants - I just somehow find them pretty impersonal and contrived, and would on the whole prefer to have a meal in a more atmospheric local restaurant instead.

For this reason, despite having literally drunk my weight in chai over the last year at Chanchala, a gaudily decked out Indian restaurant on the top floor of Palladium mall, until today I had never once actually eaten there. In fact I probably never would have done so at all, had it not been for the one feature of their menu that has long tweaked my interest - namely their selection of dhosas, a crèpe-like speciality of southern India which I used to regularly enjoy as a light lunch when I was living on the subcontinent a few years back. As far as I know, dhosas aren't found on the menu of any of the other Indian restaurants in Prague (though please correct me if I'm wrong), so after months of meaning to get around to it, I finally decided to go against the grain tonight and head off to an impersonal, non-descript shopping centre for my dinner.

As predicted, the staff were immediately thrown into (admittedly rather charming) confusion when "that weird girl who always comes in on her own and only orders tea" for the first time actually professed a desire to order solid food and non-chai based beverages.


As Mr K never tires of repeating: "a day without wine is a day without a smile" (which rather makes alcohol dependency sound pretty twee and jolly, doesn't it?), so as usual I went ahead and ordered myself a nice glass of white to start off the meal. This particular glass, however, most definitely did not bring a smile to my face today though, coming as it did with an eye-watering 110kč price tag for a measly 0,15 glass, and not even particularly good quality wine at that. Apparently Chanchala only stocks Indian wines (of which this was actually the cheapest), which is all very well from a culinary standpoint, but quite frankly for that price I would rather have three glasses of bog-standard Czech Müller Thurgau and at least get tipsy off the back off it...

Unsurprisingly considering, for my next drink I instead plumped for a sweet lassi, which was actually pretty refreshing and nice (not too thick or sickly like some Indian restaurants make them), as well as a comparative steal at "just" 75kč per 0,2 glass.


Luckily my narkiness at being shafted on the wine abated somewhat, however, when the food itself arrived - a masala dhosa stuffed with potato, peas, onions and raisins (197kč). Being ravenous to the point of wanting to gnaw off my own arm already when I arrived, I pretty much polished this off in just a few frantic bites (in fact it took all my self-control just to pause to take the picture first...). However, despite it being something of a "blink and you miss it" affair in terms of meal duration, I have to say that the dhosa nevertheless was actually really pretty damn tasty. In fact I would even go as far to say that this rendition was just as good as any dhosa I'd had before in India, being generously stuffed full of tasty spiced vegetables and accompanied by a truly delicious dhal, some light mango yogurt sauce, and a kind of cardamon / coconut mix on the side. Either way, it definitely brought back warm memories of my halcyon Indian days at any rate... :-))


I did toy with the idea of ordering a pot of my beloved masala chai (pictured below) afterwards to round off the meal, but didn't have my bank manager's number to hand to take out an overdraft, and besides was already pretty happily replete as it was.


All in all the bill came to a fairly hefty 382kč, which did strike me as distinctly over-priced for what in production terms essentially didn't amount to much more than an over-sized pancake, a glass of milk and a dribble of subcontinental wine, and that all dished up in a bog-standard shopping mall restaurant to boot. On the other hand, I really did enjoy the dhosa and the lassi, which in themselves actually weren't all that overly expensive, so judging by food alone (and - like I say - I'm only going on this one meal myself) I would still definitely recommend at least giving the place a go.

So all in all a short but sweet dining experience, but one with a nasty sting in the tail when it came to the exorbitant cost of the wine. On reflection, in future I think I will probably just stick to tea at Chanchala from now on, or failing that (in true Great British pre-curry tradition) simply get tanked up down the local before I go the next time!! ;-))