The Grace of India

I’ve been trying a lot of Indian places recently (Mum wants to cater part of Christmas day, and I’m the guinea pig) and I gotta tell ya, you get to know good Indian vs deeply average Indian. Grace of India is very good.
The menu is the first indication — it has «From the Farm», «From the Garden», «From the Tandoor» and «From the Meadow» choices, along with a Summer Menu and High Protein /​Low Carb choices. And the dishes range from the ones everyone knows — I’m looking at you, butter chicken and rogan josh — to ones that true fans of Indian cooking will be all over like white on rice. Think Nehari Gosht (AKA Luckhnowi Royal), smooth and tasty slow cooked goat curry made with home-​churned pure ghee and aromatic spices, originally created for the royal Moghuls in the Northern Indian provinces, Can you tell that’s the one I had? Because it was, and I felt like a damn maharajah. So good.
The naan’s were also great, and prices are good value for what you get. A top takeaway spot, I hear eating in is pretty good too.

I paid just shy of $ 25 for a potato and pea curry, rice, vegetable samosas and lemonade. When I announced that the lemonade was flat and I’d like a fresh one, the waiter asked, ‘What do you mean miss, it is fresh, only been open TWO days’. There wasn’t a bubble in sight. The owner replaced it in the end by adding a little fresh lemonade to the already flat stuff making it worse.
Moving on… the curry tasted burnt? How is that even possible, especially when you only have to deal with 3 tables, 2 of which were well into their meals and you’re authentic Indians? The only things making it edible, were the soft fluffy rice and the flavoursome spices that shone through rather than just being hot hot hot.
The samosas looked visually pleasing in their pyramid shape, a concept new to me, but holy cow, what was in them amongst the mush as they were nothing to write home about.
They should be glad I ordered the food to go so that they didn’t have to suffer the look of disgust on my face for the remainder of the evening.
Eat here at your own peril. I certainly won’t be returning!