Jump to content

Recommended Posts

bob Wrote:

-------------------------------------------------------

> Curry Mahal in New Cross 1972/3 two chicken Kormas

> plain rice 1/2 bottle Nuit St George ?2.97p we

> use to leave ?3.00

> Bob S


Curry Mahal.. Yes.. on the one way system.. You could park outside in those days..


Foxy.

Was struggling to remember the name of that one. Mine as well. Business mans lunch...good value that! Then onto The Carousel for an underage swally....


Peckhamrye Wrote:

-------------------------------------------------------

> Mine was when I was 18, first year at Stirling

> University at the Qismat, in 1980...never looked

> back, love curries, eating them and making them.

Vesta was the inspiration for my first taste too - though having seen the tv adverts and then the prices my mother decided she could do it "at half the price."


Ended up with something made using mince, onions, half a tub of Lions curry powder and a good wallop of sultanas. She garnished with (well put a Pyrex bowl on the table containing...) the traditional curry accompaniment of sliced banana and dessicated coconut.


Feckin' marvellous.

My Dad was also a "none of that foreign muck" sort (I say was, he still is) so we didn't ever have curry growing up. Or even rice come to that. All main meals came with potatoes, all light meals with bread/toast of some description - but only ever white.


I went for my first curry with friends I met working in the Wimpy bar which I started doing at weekends when I left school and carried on for a while at sixth form college - so I would have been 16 or 17 at the time so late eighties. Am pretty sure it involved chicken tikka for a starter and then probably a korma (they were kind and tried to break me in gently!). I can't recall quite where it was, somewhere not far from home in Essex anyway.


Still not a big curry eater to be honest - tend to go when friends want to rather than choose it myself (I'd plump for thai, italian or chinese before curry) and never got a taste for the really spicy stuff. I could eat onion bhajis till my stomach burst though.

My first curry was not long after I had left school and started work in a large company. They had a staff restaurant. There was a nice variety of food, the curry was a mild one with sultanas in it. They must have got lots of sultanas ... they were in the grated carrots and in the beansprouts too! The subsidised bar was great too, although before spellchecker ....


Deer Sir,

Furher ot our telephone converstation ....

stringvest Wrote:

-------------------------------------------------------

> My first curry was not long after I had left

> school and started work in a large company. They

> had a staff restaurant. There was a nice variety

> of food, the curry was a mild one with sultanas in

> it. They must have got lots of sultanas ... they

> were in the grated carrots and in the beansprouts

> too! The subsidised bar was great too, although

> before spellchecker ....

>

> Deer Sir,

> Furher ot our telephone converstation ....


My mother did the mild sultana curry thing (would it be called Moroccan today).


Until I was 16 that's what I thought currys were.

My dad loved a curry. Can't remember how old I was the first time we kids went along - eight or nine? - but it was a fairly regular family treat. Lamb bhuna, tandoori chicken, naan, onion bhajis, bombay potato, pilao rice, probably other dishes that I've forgotten. After eights and hot towels at the end. You can get much better and more interesting Indian/South Asian food these days but I love a proper old school curry house feast.

Dictated whilst out shopping - and copped a few weird glances...


I'm not sure when my first curry was, probably as a young child living on the south coast. the family didn't eat curry very often it was a foreign food. however I used to have the occasional taste - but it was not to my taste.


It was probably in college when I had a first curry to myself, surely at the Taj Mahal which had a brothel above.


What I do know is that the student curry occasions quickly deteriorated into a series of sessions of who could eat the hottest curry or who can eat the most food.


I was accomplished at neither.


Over time I became accustomed and quite liked the madras curry it was not too mild and had a bit of a kick, the restaurant would give fresh chilies which you could chop and put into the curry to suit your taste.


This is probably where my fetish began, hot curry on hot sweaty summer nights with students before / after a bout of drinking or a nightclub.


I would like to think that I have now progressed from using curry as a tool of testosterone and actually appreciate a good curry - often curries from various cuisines / countries.


If I haven't had a curry for three or four weeks my belly starts aching and moaning and whining and belching - begging for a curry, begging for some spice, begging for my pallet to be tantalised with gorgeous curry.


Being a fan of curry I have an obsession with cooking curry Pakistani Indian Bangladeshi Thai Malaysian Indonesian and West Indian. Whilst not an expert I can cook up a great curry for the guest Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum.

Dopamine1979 Wrote:

-------------------------------------------------------

> They served us 'curry' at school. Horrible

> gelatinous sauce with raisins/sultanas in it. It

> almost put me off for life.


Same here! (Though thankfully, it didn't).


My mum had a 'curry' cookbook, very 1970s. Each recipe had an accompanying photograph that was....brown. Not just the food but the crockery too! I tried experimenting with that book leading to inevitably disastrous results. I cannot remember the first time I ate curry in a restaurant though, it was probably some flock wallpaper, cheesy place that bears no resemblance to the real thing.


However, I am pleased to say that I can cook Indian food now and love all of it, whatever the region - Keralan, Goan, Andhra-style, Maharashtrian :)

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
  • Latest Discussions

    • was the price not displayed on the menu?
    • It has come to this author’s attention that the world of 4+ admissions — that most enigmatic of educational rites — continues to bewilder even the most composed of parents. Fear not. For in a former life, I was not merely a humble observer, but a seasoned educator of over twenty years, and Head of Pre-Prep for a distinguished dozen. Now, with quill exchanged for touchscreen, I have taken to that most modern of salons — Instagram — to dispense guidance, answer frequently whispered questions, and illuminate the shadowy corners of school selection with clarity and calm. Each post bears my signature twist: a blend of insight, levity, and the occasional raised eyebrow. Should you find yourself adrift in the sea of admissions, I suggest you peruse my latest dispatch. It may well be the lifeline you seek. The Delicate Dilemma of the Summer-born 4+ Scholars Yours in solidarity and scholastic savvy, Lord Pencilton  🎩✏️
    • Perhaps Gooseygreeny was not familiar with the wildlife before Gala was imposed on the park, since when its value to wildlife has deteriorated. The Park had never been disturbed before, as the council had respected it as a Site of Importance for Nature Conservation, so only the Common was licensed by them as a site for events. The first time Gala held their event, there was a tree with woodpeckers nesting in it right in the middle of the main field they used and thrushes, blackbirds and great tits nesting within the shrubs and trees immediately surrounding the field. The woodpeckers were thriving on ants from the anthills in the grass. To those of us who used to enjoy watching the wildlife, it was very obviously a Site of Importance for a variety of birds. Despite being accessed by the public and their dogs, it had been relatively undisturbed,  which was one of the main reasons why it was so special and why I have been opposed to the Gala festival being held during the bird nesting season.
Home
Events
Sign In

Sign In



Or sign in with one of these services

Search
×
    Search In
×
×
  • Create New...