Sunday, 30 November 2014
I dined again with my pals, Susan and Derek from Worcestershire, at the little Indian restaurant near Music Square, Corralejo, last night.
It's called Bombay Masala. Isn't it a wonder the Political Correctness Police haven't changed that to Mumbai?
The Indian family who run it are utterly charming and courteous.
The decor is unpretentious and unsophisticated.
We ordered small glasses of beer.
Having considered the menu, I chose the Kashmiri Chicken; while the others had the lamb and chicken bhuna.
We shared two portions of pilau rice and one large piece of peschwari naan bread.
My curry was enjoyable and tasty, though I have to declare I prefer the Korma version.
The bill came to about €51 excluding the tip.
They offered us the usual brandy or liqueur and the conclusion.
Thence we ambled several yards across the Square to La Plaza café bar, where a middle-aged singer-guitarist dressed like a cowboy was playing to three boisterous young women tourists.
His rendition of Bamboléo is legendary, I gather (!).