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| - I don't often eat at "factories" but I thought I would give this place a shot. The Butter Chicken Factory (more of a restaurant really), is just south of Wellesley on the west side of Parliament street. This corner spot was formerly a Timothy's Tikka House, though I'm not sure what business a man named "Timothy" had with a Tikka House anyway. Good riddance.
BCF is fairly cosy inside, but pretty classy and clean. They managed our reservation for twelve by linking a large round table with a couple of four-tops. It worked, but any larger would be pushing it. The Bollywood pop in the background wasn't my favourite, but it beats the plinky-plunk piano music that usually fills joints like this. Beer options are the very typical Kingfisher and brewed-in-Canada-but-Indian Cheetah. They both suck. Don't bother.
As the sole brown diner in our group, I happily provided my menu consulting skills (for free). We calculated that eight dishes should suffice for our group of twelve, but our waiter suggested we try Dinners For Four (DFF); each gets you a selection of appetizers, five entrees, and your choice of rice or naan. It took a bit of haranguing (more than I would have liked, to be honest) to convince the staff that three DFFs (i.e., 12 dishes for 12 willing-to-share yelpers) was enough. Eventually we settled on two dinners for four with a promise to order more if hungry. (Seriously, it went down like this.)
The meal started off with some pretty decent apps. The pakoras were pretty good, and I really dug the potato samosas. A good traditional crust with a dusting of something salty, maybe garam masala. As for our mains we ordered two of their three offerings of butter chicken (boneless and bone-in), a goan fish curry, lamb vindaloo, malai kofta, daal tadka, aloo gobi, channa masala... holy moose it was a lot of food, and it came out fast. The standouts were the bone-in butter chicken (it's always better this way), the creamy malai kofta, and the flavourful lamb vindaloo. Though I could have handled everything a few notches spicier, there was a lot of flavour and nothing was too oily or rich.
At the behest of Avitania "I want sweet balls in my mouth!" B we ordered dessert. I got the ras malai (passable, but really thin), and the restaurant was kind enough to comp us some galub jamuns. Honestly: I've had better. These balls were small (tee hee) and a bit dry in the centre; not dripping with sweetness like they should be. But Hell, dessert wasn't anything that could derail a rock-solid dinner that left most of us stuffed to the gills. Group diners take note: 10 dishes feeds 12 and the damage worked out to only $30 per person.
An awesome addition to Cabbagetown.
Obligatory Title Pun: Make yourself KOFTA-ble at the BCF.
Menu Readability: Indian menus are usually way too long and unreadable. Theirs is well laid out.
Need to mention: The naan here is Off The Hook. It's crispy and thin and comes out untouchably hot. I really liked it.
What this place teaches me about myself: My people are not known for their beer-making skills. Sweet balls in syrup on the other hand...
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