The restaurant is Nepalese and is called Everest, and get this, sits along Rotan Lane, one the many little side streets along Race Course Road. We indeed gave our stomachs a rotan when we descended to partake upon the goodness on offer.
The food is fabulous. Almost nothing disappointed. The chicken tikka was moist and flavourful, the pappadums came with a gorgeous mint chutney we swiped off with fingers for the licking, and the hot pakoras summed up the appetisers. I was honestly stuffed after that round, washed down with spicy masala milk tea. But we had to carry on because bigger adventures awaited with the mains. We had naans with lamb curry, dry fried ladies fingers, palak paneer and mango chutney. Then the carbo switched to fish and prawn briyanis. They arrived in earthen pots with enough contents to feed 2 too-hungry people. And we had the mixed grill, twice.
We ate so much that the nice folks gave us a discount, and still it was a fair amount once averaged among the 9 of us. Yes, it was a belt loosening, great gastronomic experience of Himalayan proportions. If you love North Indian food, you need to go and spend money there.
Post feast, we walked, or rather slowly slid, to the hustle and bustle of Mustafa. That place is a glorious mess of commerce and chaos. That place has everything. I nearly bought a Casio that looked like the one I got when I was 11. We went there with the intention to get luggage for the Chews who had trips coming up. According to Jorida, Lojel was the preferred brand among those in the 'frequent flyer' industry. We ventured around into the disinfectants and cleaners, the grocery bit, past the jewellers, into the steel tableware section...I can't remember when my legs felt like they would give way. We ended up at the coffee shop opposite the pharmacy section. Boy, were we tired.
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wow, why didnt the food in nepal look as good as nepalese food in singapore... i'm gonna try the restaurant next Sat. do u think we should go there when bryon gets back?? :p
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