Indian Cuisine

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For me Indian cuisine is far more superior to bland English food. It has an unrivalled richness, and character rarely found anywhere else on the globe. My favourite dishes are saag aloo (spinach/potato curry especially with coriander mixed in) punjabi choley (a chickpea curry in thick sauce), dal (lentil curry with a good quantity of chilli), and masala dosa (a very long elongated savoury pancake which is wrapped around mashed spiced potato in the middle and has two or three small dishes containing "sauces").

Incidently, indian sweets, or ladoos can "unfortunately" be "too sweet" for the palate. Indeed, they can often taste of  sugar, and nothing else. There is even a diabetic version..which I never ever tried..as yet!

Over many years I have frequented in Slough, and elsewhere many Indian cafes, and restaurants. Sometimes, products such as samosas have red markings created by chilli powder indicating that they are meat! Being vegetarian I make sure I do not touch them...!

In London notably there are quite a number of genuine pure vegetarian restaurants. These are not always easy to find outside the capital, but they exist, and are worth a visit...especially with friends.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_cuisine





                                      








Apart from the Indian flavoured yogurt  drink known as sweet Lassi the Rose Falooda is also another liquid delight! However, to confuse things it is Persian in origin. But it can sometimes be found in Indian restaurants and it is "out of this world."









A small eaterie in Slough. SKVP means Shri Krishna Vada Pav









                                                

                      

A charming Asian friend who came with me  to the above restaurant in Slough


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