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    4.0 (1 review)
    Closed 5:00 pm - 11:00 PM

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    Vindaloo Indian Restaurant

    Vindaloo Indian Restaurant

    (2 reviews)

    Brilliant service. After coming here a fair few times I have no complaints. I very much recommend…read morecoming here to dine.

    RIght, at the risk of being pedantic , again!!! ( I have been known to usher a word or two on this…read moresubject in my previous reviews) I must make you all aware this isn't an Indian restaurant but a Bangladeshi one. Yes, I know I get worked up about these little details but the devil is in the detail people!!!! Having put this littel fact to bed let us swiftly move onto the review. It does strike me as a makeshift restaurant with a design fault, isn't the waiting area supposed to be near the front? Isn't that why its called "front house"? Here the waiting area is actually at the back of the restaurant..hmmm !!?? The decor was also slightly strange. It was very modern and contemporary but had the feel of a corporate airport lounge rather than an "Indian" restaurant. It was a slightly surreal experience. But hey what the hell as I always say it is always about teh grub is it not. I loved the food. I just wish it was a thursday or a sunday because it would have cost me a tenner to eat as much of it as I could. Damn!!!! I do however believe it is a con, this, "all you can eat" buffet business. Fact is you can only eat so much at any given time, and it is a clever way for restaurents to cover average per head margins. In any case the food is priced well enough here all the same. You would probably pay marginally more than that on any other day. The food did carry that little bit extra umph which allowed me to bump it upto 4*s. Definitely a good addition to the Wirral dining scene me thinks, give it whirl I say why don't ya!!

    Spice Lounge

    Spice Lounge

    (12 reviews)

    ££

    Certainly not the spiciest Indian I've ever had, but still ranks as some of the best. Throw in the…read morefriendly and knowledgeable staff with the relaxed atmosphere and you have yourself a 5-star review! As I was with a large corporate group, I believe I had a chance to try nearly everything on the menu in a single visit! Nothing was disappointing. The naan might have been the best I've every had! Wash your meal down with a Kingfisher or Cobra beer to enjoy the full experience. If I had to site a fault, and it is difficult to find one, it is that the spicy level just isn't the same as it is in the states.

    In my home town of Birmingham Indian cuisine is big business so much so that an Indian restaurant…read morefrom the city won the top prize on Gordon Ramsay's programme the F word and as such I am a big fan of a good Indian. Liverpool has done little to impress me on the curry front, until I decided to visit The Spice lounge which looked and sounded right up my street and how correct I was. As you would expect with restaurants in this area the decor was great and made you feel as though a meal here would be a real experience and this also turned out to be correct. The food is fantastic, it is prepared in charcoaled tandoori ovens and this is where The Spice Lounge really edges ahead of its rivals. They claim to be authentic and they are just that, they provide real food which tasted as though all the care in the world has gone into it. The prices are a little steep but the quality matches up so check it out as The Spice Lounge truly is the REAL deal.

    Mowgli - All of it

    Mowgli

    (35 reviews)

    ££

    Absolutely delicious fusion spot! The drinks were perfect and complemented the beautifully spiced…read moredishes. The ambiance was so cool and tropical, I wanted to stay there all day. Plates were pretty small, but the wait staff did a great job on recommendations for how many we would need for our group.

    It wasn't exactly that I was looking for a familiar face, I promise; no, that's just what found me,…read morewhen I least expected it, but perhaps most needed it. I walked into this place, Mowgli, for a business meeting with a colleague, late on a Friday night, around 10pm. We'd had to wait for a while to be seated. It was a busy Liverpool night, the evening before Derby Day. It was right when the hostess led us around the corner towards our table, one of the booths with small swinging rope chairs, like in your childhood friend's backyard, that I caught sight of her. The sight of that face, half obscured under blonde hair as she read her menu, so arrested me that the toe of my sneaker caught on the polished linoleum floor, almost tripping me and causing an embarrassing squeak. I was certain it was her, it was unmistakeable-- and yet, it was equally unlikely, nearly impossible. So far from home, so long since we'd last met. Why, how, here in Liverpool, of all places? Even though I knew it couldn't have been the friend I remembered, I couldn't convince myself entirely otherwise. I remained in a state of agitation as we sat down, unable to fully dispel the nagging thought that a long-lost acquaintance was here, in the room, and even though she hadn't even seen me gawking as I passed, I felt I was violating some social code in avoiding greeting her. We ordered, and I ate, trying to hide my distraction, though I'm sure it registered to my colleague. I kept stealing glances towards that table near the door, probably appearing shifty, like the cops were after me. Only because of his gracious nature did my colleague steer the conversation and avoid awkward silences while we were supposed to be ironing out the finer points of the Q3 fiscal plan. Just after we got our third shared course, the Goan Fish Curry, the woman got up, put on her coat, and left. I realized I'd never know, and somehow, that thought felt torturous. Then, as she neared the front door, she turned and looked right at me from across the dining room, my bite of paneer and roti catching in my esophagus-- but no, she was looking behind me, as her companion left the restroom behind our table. And then, in a moment, there was no doubt left in the whole universe. I took a bite of the Chat Yogurt Bomb, and as it burst and gushed sweet yogurt in my mouth, she looked back once again, waved, and winked, this time unmistakably. It was a moment of Proustian, epiphanic confusion. Suddenly, the taste of the Chat reminded me that the last time I'd had that dish, years ago now in New York, had been sitting with her on one of the last times we saw each other. As I left the dinner in something of a mixed state of shellshock and acute nostalgia, I gradually realized that it couldn't possibly have been my friend, the woman whom I thought I saw. It was impossible, because I knew she was in New York. So, whoever I'd seen must really have just been some nice scouse woman with a passing resemblance, maybe enhanced by the moody ambience of the restaurant. And yet, somehow it really was her. Yes, I was tired, yes it was late, yes I've been under a lot of stress lately... and, no, it couldn't have been her. But somehow the paradox persists. That night it both wasn't, and also was, Emma. Emma, my dear old friend, a friend I miss. If you find yourself here at Mowgli Bold Street, be prepared for the impossible. Be prepared for apparitions of a friend from times bygone that you wish you could give a hi five to, but don't know when you'll have the chance to next. It's a bittersweet experience. We ate the Chat Bombs, Paneer, Fish Curry, and Mowgli's take on Chicken Tikka Masala. It was all good, tamarind and citrusy flavors in the sauces predominate, at least in the dishes we ordered. It's her birthday next month, on the 20th. I never forget a friend's birthday. Maybe I'll send her a postcard ahead of time to wish her well.

    Saffron - indpak - Updated May 2026

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