The second destination of my culinary-tour of Manchester led me to a surprise gathering for my younger sister's birthday at yet another Indian, Akbar's - this time away from the fanfare of the "Curry Mile" (which isn't really a mile, let's be honest), located in town.
It was a Sunday night and the place certainly had a buzz about it. A cool waiting area, a hidden restaurant with an avenue through which the ambience (and with it heightened expectations) could be heard. The nine of us in our party were equally excited, introductions made, presents given and flashing lights acknowledged with fake smiles - the usual birthday rigmarole.
We were seated, drinks order taken but everything after became one disappointment after the next. The starters were brought to the table and served straight to the plate from the skewer, with an unfortunate incident with drips and a guests' shoulder - but it's all part of the 'show' I convinced myself. The battered fish masala certainly bore more similarity to my local chippy than an indian, but it was certainly better than the cheesy chicken and potato mess which I shared with another - he enjoyed the taste but "authentic Indian", we both agreed, it was not. Chops were small, the kebabs were OK to good and the chicken tikka, well, was chicken tikka.
Plates were cleared and the debate began with the mix of middle-eastern and pakistani guests we had at the table - all in agreement that this was probably not their best and shouldn't be considered as "typical".
In the high-spirited nature of youth (I'm talking of my younger sister and her friends here of course) we were still optimistic about the mains. By then the ninth in our party had joined us and was ready for action. Amidst the banter, the 6 mains we ordered to share arrived, as did the Great Wall of Naan Breads. Nominated as a new great wonder of the world - and if not, soon will be I'm sure. The party of 9 became a party of 4 each side of this huge carbohydrate obstacle which stood before us all. The curries we ordered sat beneath them, just in sight. The jokes began, more flashing lights.
The dish we ordered, an asian speciality (something chicken) and the chicken masala was returned as the spices were out of this world hot - even though we had asked for all dishes to be served medium, the chef clearly took exception to our table. On their return, they looked as though they had been drowned in water, and on tasting, we realised that they had used chickpeas (and seemingly water) to lessen the spice and inadvertantly, lessen the taste also.
Of the six we ordered, none were finished. Not even close. The naan breads left hanging, we paid and called it a night.
From what I have read of the other reviews here, I can only assume it was a bad night for Akbar's (or for us) and from just how busy it was, this is probably the case. However, I have a strong suspicion that it had also something to do with the incredibly low prices in this place - although not always true, but certainly here, our expectations were only as high as the prices we paid. But a disappointment it still was. There's no hiding that. read more