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| - I've been driving past this place for a few years and never had an excuse to go in. I forgot about it for a while. Then my friend S started telling me we needed to go to ... I thought she called it "Eight-Ball". So we drove down there and I was like, "Ohhhh IQBAL. Yes, I've wanted to go here for a while."
She's Bengali and she said the curry here would not be like the Indian food I'm used to. I'm always up for new curry. The place looks a bit fast-foody but is bright and roomy, with lots of seating. There are little private curtained rooms for families if women want to take off their hijab. The place was deserted at 9 pm on a Wednesday, and they close at 10:30.
So, S was right about the curry. I've never had anything called butter chicken that tasted like this. The chicken was coloured red and swimming in a thick pinkish sauce that was loaded with herbs. This is not the tomato-soupy stuff you get in food courts, this is a real sensory overload experience. If you like butter chicken you'll probably like this, and may not be able to go back. The biryani was a huge heap of golden-brown rice studded with cilantro and veggies, and underneath it all there were big chunks of falling-apart chicken.
Those two things, plus an order of naan and two drinks, set us back about thirty bucks. We were pretty stuffed for having just had a late evening snack meal. The only problem was I ordered a lassi and it never showed up, either on the table or on the bill. I'll try again next time, because there will definitely be a next time.
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