Salut! salutes Asian royalty
Just when I had decided that my famous search for a good Indian restaurant in France was a fool's mission, I chanced upon this unexpected gem.
There is a mention in my updated France in Flashes posting - up to version number 8 now with new additions, though these did not quite justify lifting the file to the top of the blog again.
Le Royal Shah Jahan is out in the Parisian suburbs at Enghien-les-Bains, where the intermittently pleasant Val d'Oise meets the often very unpleasant Seine-St-Denis. The well known Enghien lake is just along the road.
It took an age time to find anywhere to park, but everything about
the restaurant itself was right.
My old standby, chicken tandoori, was by a long shot the tastiest I have come across in France. All that was missing was the sizzling onion, but I have given up expecting that here.
My wife and her friend from childhood have both lived in England, so asked for their vindaloos to be hotter than the Pakistani-owned restaurant would normally serve to squeamish French customers. Both expressed delight with the results.
Peter, the friend's British husband, who has lived in Paris far longer than he hasn't, was slightly less impressed with his chicken tikka masala. Maybe that is a dish best sampled only in the place where it was invented - Britain.
But even he was content when the waiter produced some Indian lager, which may be not be that much better than the usual Kronenbergs and Heinekens, lager essentially being lager, but somehow always seem so.
Curiously enough, we dined there only because our friends' first choice was full. Since we're very much in countdown mode now - leaving Paris between Christmas and New Year - there is no time to try the restaurant Peter and his wife had intended to take us, Le Diplomat in Argenteuil.
I already know nothing better awaits me in the Var. So the Le Royal Shah Jahan can take comfort that its new crown, from Salut!, is safe for now.
Labels: Britain, chicken tikka masala, eating, Indian food, Paris, suburbs, tandoori
16 Comments:
The Var is a large area so I don't know whether it suits but if you are at the Alpe Maritimes end of the Var then Grasse and its "New Punjab" may be in visiting distance.
There is a general consensus that this is as good as it gets in the area and it is certainly no worse than any number of British curry houses even if it doesn't reach the heights of the very best ones.
Yes I know faint praise but better than none and it is definitely better than the only Indian restaurant I have tried in the Var - the one in St Tropez. Allegedly there is one in Frejus too but I know nothing about it
Hey Colin,
Not sure if you are my friend from Farnham Grammer - 1965
If Mac Foster rings a bell drop me a line,
john@architectureandgardens.net
Seems John didn't learn much English at Farnham Grammar.
Anonymous didn't learn no manners. Whot is worse.
Being belligerent, and unable to spell.
Manners maketh man, not anonyman.
An egregious misspelling, like "grammer" instead of grammar, can hardly pass without comment, given the context (John being a grammar school boy 'n'all). Better surely that the correction comes from "anonymous", even if John is new to this blog, adhering to that fine principle of least said, sooner forgotten.
So think before you rush to moralise, richard of orleans. You could make that your New Year's resolution.
Merry Christmas to John, Richard and Colin Randall. Now then, I put my identity down somewhere. Can anyone see it?
It's up your backside with your self-righteous head. Try to avoid crossing your legs.
Bery well thank you.
I have also been searching for that elusive Indian restaurant in Paris. The problem is French people just don't like spicy food!
There is a small dive near the Gare du Nord called Ganesha Corner which is cheap, good and sells Indian beer. It's very small though, and filled with real deal Pakistanis.
Oops, sorry, I forgot to include the irascible Bill Taylor in those seasonal greetings.
By the way, have you thought some more about having that frontal lobotomy Bill ? Come on, you know it makes sense.
I just tried deleting that comment of mine immediately above - hardly seasonal, is it ? But Blogger ain't letting me delete. Either that, or I'm pressing all the wrong keys.
Just pretend it's not there.
Nice to see you are all carrying on in the same vein here and not 'chez moi'!
I suggest you all go to www.elfyourself.com and have a good laugh instead of sniping.
Shhh. Be quiet, that lady from Chocolate and C******. Don't want to remind Bill Taylor about that film, do we ( One Flew Over The C*****'s Nest).
Colin Berry: Run away and play with your scientific citations. See if you can build them into something that tells us you were more than the ink monitor for a research team. Perhaps for Christmas, someone will give you a dictionary and you can look up the meanings of "final," "farewell" and "man of his word."
Anne Gilbert: Even your fan club seems to have deserted you.
Shah Jahan is as exotic as the food served in honour of his name.
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