I need no reason to eat curry. I would, if my doctor would allow me, feast on the stuff every night. Cut me open and I bleed ghee, ask me what my aftershave I’m wearing and the answer will be eau de garam masala. For me, the food of the Indian subcontinent is simply the best. A go to cuisine whenever my body needs a lift; whether that be I am ill or hungover or emotionally down or overexposed to back-to-back episodes of TOWIE. It is a special kind of food that lends itself as equally well to dinner for two as it does to a post-pub feed or the simply takeaway.
Where I am from (Moseley, if you are planning on stalking me), the long standing king of the curry is Kababish. With a reign of over 30 years, they have seen the suburb go from its arts of crafts roots into the national hotspot which it is now. My future mother-in-law recalls queuing for Kababish when she were a student, and she is officially ancient.
I have eaten here many times, though tonight I am kicking back and letting those boys at Deliveroo sort my dinner whilst I watch another British team fail miserably in the Champions League. I order, crack a beer open and meet the driver at the door before the bottle is finished. Its piping hot, which is a marked improvement on the first time I had a delivery from here some time back.
I’m a simple soul when it comes to the menu here, every time ordering the lamb kebab followed by the Dhesi Karai Murgh with a peshwari naan on the side. The kebab is shaped into roundels and is deftly spiced with cumin and green chilli. It has tenderness to the mince meat that could only be achieved by a lengthy marinade and a gentle touch in the tandoor.
The Dhesi Karai Murgh is the star turn. A Balti for the brave, fragrant with spice and with a healthy kick in the finish. The cubes of poultry collapse into loose strands when pressured and have to fight for attention, which they just about manage. The peshwari naans sweetness is a natural foil to the heat and mops up the last of the thick juices. I have converted many to this curry over the years. Give it a go and you wont be the last.
I meant to post this last week to coincide with National Curry Week, though I am useless. It matters not; curry may as well be our national dish, its ingrained in our culture and should be eaten often and with pride. And those who do indulge could do far worse than doing so at Kababish.
Deliveroo supplied the credit for this meal. Use the link roo.it/simonc3898 for £10 credit