I don't think this picture does the dish justice (since four eaters had already picked it over trying to get any little mutters they could find) but can you see what I'm getting at? Look at the ratio of sauce (gravy? curry?) to mutter. Look at the ratio of sauce to PANEER!
None of the eaters assembled that night could immediately identify the dish as mutter paneer, not even yours truly (whose favorite dish it is and who makes it to varying degrees of success on a very regular basis). After we established that we had in fact received the right order, we sat and stared at the remaining soupy dish, trying to figure it out. Finally someone found a pea. We looked at each other in disbelief. "That's the mutter paneer?" I gasped incredulously, "There are only enough mutter to give us each a single pea!"
It was dismal. I cannot tell a lie. But the weirdest thing is that by and large, all of the other dishes from this restaurant are amazing. It's the best Indian restaurant I've found thus far in Toronto. (Of course nothing compares to you, Bombay Mahal.)
I'll just find me another place for my mutter paneer fix.
2 comments:
that picture is god-awful. but check ça: at some time in the near-ish future, you will taste their tandoori fish, and it is going to blow your mind...
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