Valentine's day. Hardly the climate for an Indian (unless the relationship is well and truly in the bag). Nonetheless, the Brunel Raj was booked to the hilt when I phoned late afternoon and so my band of anti-valentine protesters took to The Clifton pub for a few pints first. Come half ten there was a beautiful table waiting for us.
I've been to the Brunel Raj a couple of times before and had been impressed. It's always busy, probably due to its prime location in the heart of Clifton Village. By half ten on Valentine's day the lovers had obviously taken to their beds leaving a bustling restaurant full of rowdy Bristolians.
The menu is a rather overwhelming array of dishes but there are the usual helpful sentences to guide you through. The food arrived suspiciously promptly onto the chunky hot-plates as the waiter rushed us through our poppadums. Maybe his valentine was holding on outside? The king prawn biryani was reassuringly expensive but disappointingly collosal. Poor prawns- spending their last moments being hunted in a rice mountain encircled by iceburg lettuce. The lamb dhansak did exactly as suggested- plenty of lentils with a sour fenugreek kick, although the lamb was tough in everybody's chosen dishes. We washed it down with the obligatory Kingfisher, although at four pounds a pint it was a slow sip.
The Brunel Raj slightly broke my heart this time, although with a couple of successful visits under my belt I'm ready for a trial separation and later reconciliation.
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