I can't help but snicker after visiting Moti Mahal. Flanked by a Baskin Robbins and a pole dancing…read morefitness joint, with another gym less than 30 seconds walk around the corner, I feel a strange combination of cheeky and self indulgent.
Moti and Baskins get our patronage, while the fitness centers get a sound mocking as we waddle back to the car, pondering the idea of waving the doggy bag and tubs of ice cream at the deprived souls running in place and bragging about it on Facebook. Yeah, us fatties make fun of you, too.
From the outside, Moti Mahal looks small. To the point that you're surprised when you walk in and see dining tables set up and ready to seat you. Inside, you bet it's small, but even at peak dining hour (somewhere a wee bit north or south of 7pm) I've never seen the place crack half capacity out of our two trips. A steady stream of take away orders keep the chefs (dressed in street clothes) always on the go, as you walk in and choose your own table.
Right off the bat, this won major points with me. The fiance and I hate getting seated next to another occupied table, so being able to select a table that strikes the perfect balance of socially low risk and plenty of room to fit all the food without cluttering up speaks to our shy and gluttonous natures.
The menu is vast, with chicken, beef, lamb, seafood and a plethora of vegetarian options (the mark of a great Indian curry house) available, as is a generous list of entrees featuring the usual pakoras, papadums, tandoori chicken options and of course naan and roti bread.
But is it any good? Sweet unicorn masala, yes it is! Jess, the aforementioned fiance, is new to Indian food. I converted her to a flag waving fan of Indian cuisine at Taj Mahal in New Farm. She ordered the same stuff at Moti Mahal and everything she tried blew Taj outta the water. Starting with a Chicken Tikka cooked in the tandoor oven on a big skewer, she made the face. That face of disbelief that starts with rolled eyes as if to say "Why am I only just trying this now!?". The spices and flavors were definitely prominent, but mild enough so that a newbie like Jessie could enjoy it without her throat burning. The ol' girl is mighty sensitive to that kinda thing, but she gave it the face and now craves it all the damn time! Fine by me, I had given up Indian food when we started going out, so I'm more than pleased two of my loves are mingling so easily together.
Next up came the main course accompanied by a pair of naan breads (garlic and the fruit stuffed peshwari). Jess chose, and will choose to the end of time her Indian introductory curry, the innocent but oh so delicious, mild and dependable Butter Chicken. Not too rich, not too creamy, just perfect and bursting with flavor. Tip for the hungry; make sure you stab the pieces of chicken good now with the fork, otherwise you may just seperate a smaller portion from the mother chunk. Very tender, in other words.
The two curries I chose were Chicken Korma and Bombay Aloo (a potato curry), both delicious and similarly flavorful yet light and inoffensive as I wanted Jess to sample more than just her old faithful Butter Chicken. The curries come with complimentary saffron rice, a practice pretty much every curry house adheres to...and they are quality on their own. But those naans put 'em over the top. Fresh outta the tandoor oven, the garlic, buttery aroma is so intoxicating, almost warranting "the face" before they've hit the table. Eat 'em on their own or as a makeshift fork for the curries. Doesn't matter, the naans (and curries for that matter) stand head and shoulders with any other Indian restaurant I've ever tried.
Desserts are available, two options to be precise. Fried milk dumplings in a sugar syrup and kulfi, and Indian ice cream. The kulfi's dominant flavor is cardamom, which took Jess a little getting used to and the pilfering of my sugar syrup from the dumplings to make it work for her, but in the end, was a hit.
The curries may look very conservative in size when they come out in those little steel bowls, but believe me, soaking it up with the naan and piling it on the rice will make it go a long way...all the way to your fridge back home, in fact! Where you can relive the tantalizing tastes and aromas once again with a zap of the microwave.