In 2021, there were eight Curry-Heute reviews for Ambala (11 Forth St., Glasgow, Scotland, G41 2SP), thereafter, just one per year. Hector is a regular no more. Evidently, tastes change and other venues entice. Last week’s rediscovery of Original Khyber and their fine Namkeen Karahi may well exemplify this.


January has therefore commanded another review of Ambala, and an update of their menu. As is justifiable, prices have increased. Bread, however, has the Hector in despair. During our visit this afternoon, I contacted Lord Clive of Crawley to advise him that I would not be bringing him back to Ambala. He has a preference for a (Keema) Mince Nan (£8.99). His reply conveyed the deduction that Ambala’s Keema Naan would be four times the size of that encountered in Whitechapel, but if so, who could manage it? £8.99 for a Naan, not even in Aberdoom, until proven otherwise.
Marg negotiated the chaos that is Forth Street in the afternoon. Two Curry Houses, but it is the other businesses which are responsible for the congestion. As we entered through the pukka, automatic doors at 14.45, the young manger on duty clearly remembered me.
As Marg went off to check the facilities, so he recalled, wrongly, that I write for a newspaper. Hector may well have appeared in a newspaper of sorts in recent weeks, I didn’t disillusion him. That every table was set, quite a departure from years gone by, I did make my remark that Ambala is now very much a restaurant, Deli Bar, no more.
You usually come alone – was another observation. True, but that was before Marg realised that if she doesn’t join Hector for Curry on a Monday, she might not be fed.
Given the choice of tables in the otherwise empty restaurant, we chose the corner, window table.
Empty, but not for long, a couple with two weans arrived moments later, but fortunately chose to sit on the far side, behind the partition. The sigh of relief was interrupted by more of the same who sat along from us. Even the electronic distractions did not prevent the inevitable outbreak of training for the next Olympics, assuming that – running at top speed between restaurant tables – has become a new event. Soon there was a relay with a member of the other family. One parent did try to curtail this, the child demonstrated who was boss.
This has been a common occurrence in visits to Ambala over the years, and consciously or otherwise, may go some way to explain why Hector does not visit often. That I no longer favour Lahori Chaska Lamb Karahi, possibly their Signature Dish, the other. At £42.99 for the kilo, the top end of what is charged in this city. And 34% more than what was paid last week at Original Khyber, for something arguably superior. Additionally, £25.99 for the half kilo here, is not going attract the solo diner.
Fish Karahi (£15.99) commendably the same price as the Lamb Dishes, was Hector’s planned Curry for today. Over the years, my enjoyment of this much sought after Curry has varied markedly at Ambala. It has been a while, time to have another go. Nan Bread (£3.20) would accompany. With Marg still indisposed, I was doing the ordering. Keema Karahi (£13.99) with a Tandoori Roti (£1.70). Even Marg had noted the price of a Chapatti (£1.99) and was content to have the lesser Bread.
The waitress asked if that was with Peas or Potato.
Why not both?
Duly recorded.
A bottle of Tap Water would suffice, well not quite. Marg was not for letting the opperchancity of having Kashmiri Tea (£3.99) pass her by. To be brought, as and when ready.
In my discourse with Clive by text, he enquired as to the price of a Poppadom. £2.99, they come in pairs, so be warned. Again, advice for the reader, Fanta etc. are charged at the equivalent of £12.00 a litre. Is this the shape of things to come? What will 2027 bring? Watch this space.


Two Dips were brought, as is the Ambala custom. As we were not having Starters, and I am not going to wind myself up any more by checking the price of Lamb Chops, the Dips remained untouched.


Food crafted from scratch – is proudly posted on the wall. The wait was therefore appropriate.
Both Breads halved and in one basket. Better than quartered, but why not – whole?
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A Wholemeal Roti, as enjoyed by Marg. She managed one half only. Maybe Bread could be charged by size?


The Naan, round, not the preferred Tandoori Teardrop, was pale, but well risen, puffy, and had blisters forming. I thoroughly enjoyed this Bread, eating way more than my norm. But a scrap would remain.
Fish Karahi

No karahi, a ceramic dish, why? Coriander Ginger Strips and sliced Bullet Chillies topped the plateful. The Texture of the Masala revealed the presence of Yoghurt. With the peripheral Oil at an acceptable level, no panic, and no watery residue either.
There was plenty of Fish beneath the Masala. Definitely not Scottish Haddock, Coley/Pollock the best guess. That the Hector feels confident to even write this, quite a development. Sadly, compared to Haddock, this Fish tends to be a bit slimy, rubbery, however, it was not overcooked, as good a Texture as this Fish can have.
And it tasted of Fish!
This statement is not to be taken lightly. What’s more, the Fish retained its heat long after everything else had started to cool.
Back to the Masala. The Seasoning was right up there, this had me onside immediately. My pleasure was therefore communicated across the table. With quality Bread, Masala and Fish, I established that I was going to enjoy this Fish Curry.
Mid meal, I piled everything to one side of the plate to see how much Oil would drain to the other. Acceptable, and so all was stirred, carry on, Hector.
Still though, there was something missing. There was no great depth of Flavour here. Is it memory or imagination, is Hector’s idyllic Fish Curry actually achievable?
Today, the – Seasoning is all – mantra was in vogue.
Keema Karahi – Aloo Mutter
The same Toppings, the same dish, no karahi. Importantly, no peripheral Oil, a Dry Curry, as this must be, the merest threat of a Masala. A dry-moist – was an early description given by Marg.
I studied the Potato, it was not discoloured to any depth, so cannot have been left to sit and absorb Spice, hence Flavour, as in my favoured Curry Cafes. Still, Potato remains a wonderful element of any Curry.
Given the discard pile, Marg must have had more slices of Bullet Chilli than were on my plate.
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Marg:
A ceramic dish full of lamb mince with peas and potatoes. There was a sprinkle of ginger, coriander and green chillies on top. My Tandoori Roti was cut in half, and I only managed to eat one half. The dish had a spicy kick when you ate a chilli and the mince went well with the peas and potatoes. Plenty of flavour from the potatoes. A dry, but tasty meal.
She dreams of Kashmiri Tea – was my remark to the waitress when this was presented.
Marg assured me otherwise, but it was certainly appreciated:
A lovely pink Kashmiri Tea arrived. The hot milk makes the lips tingle from the spicy meal and the tea was full of pistachio nuts and spices A great was to finish a meal.
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I went up to the till to pay, as remains the system at Ambala. Our enjoyment was relayed. The waitress made reference to the cost of the Tea.
The Bill
£33.88 Complimentary Tea, cheers!
The Aftermath
There was. a nod towards the kitchen. Time was, I knew the Chefs here
Ten minutes later, the Cumin Seed dislodged itself. It has been a while.
At the start of each year, the Hector is faced with the challenge of getting around all the Southside Curry Cafes, both to show my face and update the menu tag, this time to – 2026.
Original Khyber (69 Kilmarnock Road, Shawlands Glasgow G41 3YR)
Arriving first, I took a table well inside the cafe/restaurant, and beyond the only two sit-in customers who would leave shortly. Eight years, have either of us changed?
I had time to study the menu.
Not Garlic Nan (£2.50) – Bill insisted – the Garlic overwhelms.
We were on the same page, a Plain Nan (£1.49) each would suffice, to start anyway. Curry with Bread v Bread with Curry, to each, our own approach.
Tap water was the liquid accompaniment.
A chap behind the counter asked if we wanted two half kilos, or one large. Large of course, and this is the only time the Hector actually enjoys sharing, anything. 

The two Naan were brought in separate baskets, quartered. They must have been huge before cutting. Risen, puffy blistered, Tandoori teardrop-shaped originally, most enjoyable. Next time, whole please. 
A Curry that is almost – grey. Nothing red goes into the making of this marvel. Onions, black pepper, ginger – says the menu. And a lot of skill and patience. I have tried.
I had taken about a third of what I would eventually eat, to start. The residue emanating from the Meat and Masala was as much juice as Oil. No great Flavour coming from this. Oh.
I proudly took a photo of the empty karahi, it has been quite some time since I shared-the-kilo with only one fellow diner. I didn’t feel Lambed-out either.
Being visit #2, no 


The – Silly Season – officially ends tomorrow, the feast of – The Epiphany.
First to arrive and no sign of Vini, Mein Host, the rest of the staff certainly recogni

Poppadoms, Mango Chutney and a towering pot of Spiced Onions were on the table in an instant, how it should be. Peter spotted the price of these on the menu – you have been here before.

Hector was sticking to the Curry that triggered so many return visits – Desi Lamb on-the-bone (£12.95) with the favoured Mushrooms (Rice) (£3.90). And yes, I have tried most of the items on the
As we were here – to dine – Marg proposed we all share Mixed Pakora (£10.50). With three pieces
The complimentary Poppadoms etc. taken care of, the Mixed Pakora duly arrived. The ladies took care of the Salad elements and purloined most of the Haggis, one component the Hector had dismissed. If Hector desires Haggis Pakora, then a single Haggis from any Fish & Chip shop is surely comparable?
One piece of Vegetable Pakora, double fried, OK, and two pieces of Fish Pakora was my allocation. Fresh Fish Pakora cannot be beaten. That
There was a sufficient gap between Starters and Mains. Hot plates were presented, the joy of being in an actual restaurant. 

The Bread at
Dark, thick, earthy, with menacing Lentils to the fore – is how I expect a Daal Makhani to appear.
The resemblance to the Daal Makhani was observed by all, another Creamy, Soupy creation. There did not appear to be much Chicken relative to the quantity of Masala. Wendy was satisfied with some of Marg’s Rice and a piece of the Naan. Maybe this Curry called for a huge, puffy Naan for a dipping fest?
Wendy – It was ideal for me. Creamy with a sweet and sour kick. I coupled this with the Daal which was great. Both very filling.
Extra Desi – said the waitress as she presented my Curry, not Peter’s. The difference was even more whole Green Chillies. Hence, the Spice Level of the Curry was self administered. I left one Chilli.
Sucky Bones were to the fore, the Meat falling off. There was no need to count, the plentiful Lamb was self evident. The Meat to Masala ratio was therefore commendable.
The Masala was speckled with Herb, in time a piece of Star Anise was revealed, Desi confirmed.
The Spiced Onion was the most potent thing I had this evening, maybe it should have been avoided. Had the Spiced Onion already stymied the taste-buds?
The Masala could have been identical to that served with the Desi Lamb.
A large plate with my Masala Fish Curry and a good-size of Mushroom Rice completed my dinner. The rice added good textures to my thin masala sauce. The fish pieces were numerous and tasty, cooked in the onion and tomato gravy 

There was but a scrap of Naan left on the table at the conclusion of the meal. Marg had her Chai. In the otherwise empty restaurant we were under no pressure to depart.
A second visit to 
The serving chap confirmed that I would be sitting in, Mushroom Rice (£4.00) was duly added to the Order. In time a glass of water became part of the equation.
I’ll put on the heater – was the added welcome as I took my seat. When the door opens, there is no escape from the cold blast. One is here for the food, not the ambiance. 


Topped with two Ginger Strips, n
The Masala, if there was one in there, was the alternative approach to presenting this Curry. The opposite of what I had enjoyed at
The Seasoning today seemed desperately low, at least the Spice built towards something that was decidedly Curry and therefore beyond 

After the success of
With a table booked for 19.00, the three travellers arrived minutes before. Dr. Henry arrived wearing his legendary hat, the first it has been seen for a while, and a reflection of just how 

With my back to the kitchen window, I had a different perspective from last time. An Indian family occupied a large table between 

I made a point of noting the Spicy Curry options on the menu.
A few more diners arrived, the tables nearer the door where we sat last year were all that remained. A bit draughtier there, but hey-ho, there was plenty of heat to share at Priya.

Tasty Pilau, and the sliced fresh Mushrooms impressed,
A bit thin perhaps, so on the crispy side, not fluffy, but the burnt blisters were there.
Not the largest of karahi, but as with the Rice bowl, deceptive. I note the menu has dropped the suggestion of ordering three main courses between two diners. Nine pieces of Meat, one of which would be halved, sufficient, and reflected in the price. Furthermore, on the Takeaway menu (below), Methi Gosht et al are charged at £13.95, a larger portion then?
This Masala was exactly how the Hector seeks his Methi Gosht. The menu makes it clear, a Tomato base, so not the mash of Herbs and – where’s the actual Masala – that some venues present.
Rara Gosht
Again consistency was evident. This Curry resembled a deluxe Keema, served properly, with a Minimal Oil residue. Specks of a Herb, then pieces of Onion protruded from the thick combination of Meat and Masala. Another rich Curry.
Marg: A dish of very tender meat with minced lamb which was full of flavour and very rich in taste. There was onion and coriander throughout the meal and a crispy coriander Naan complemented the meal. I added some Mushroom Rice to give the dish more texture. I did leave some of the extra oil in the karahi. Overall, a very enjoyable experience.
Yellow, Creamy, Soupy, and topped with Coconut, a Curry for those who like th
Lamb Saag Madras
The seemingly huge dried Red Chilli on top of the Curry was the distinguishing feature between this Curry and the Methi Gosht. Whether there was purely Spinach here, or a blend of Herbs a la 

Some of us thought the meal was over, Marg had other ideas. Indian Tea (£2.95) was duly ordered, and thankfully delivered timeously. Not that we were in a rush to go next door. 

One could tell which one Dr. Henry’s Korma came from, as for the rest of us, hopefully from the smaller pots to the right. The Big Pot on the left looked fierce. Such is Restaurant Curry, the alternative to the ready Curry on display in trays in Hector’s favoured Curry Cafes.
Nav was already at the door as we departed. A photo felt obligatory. Marg managed not to ask him why the weans had been given Maltesers and she hadn’t. 




If this is not the final
On the train in towards Partick, yes a train, operating, unlike for the good people of Helensburgh who are being kept prisoner this week, I showed 



The presumed younger brother of Simrat departed with a substantial delivery. Others came in to collect. One chap ordered then stood outside, such that our dining experience would not be disturbed by his close presence indoors. Here we are, mid winter, and the age of thoughtfulness maintains. This is Glasgow. 



Lamb Karahi
I made sure at the point of ordering that the first criterion in the
Eight pieces of Meat were arranged over the Mushroom Rice. Each would be halved, no knife required. I couldn’t help but make a comparison with the portion served along the road on Saturday at 

Decidedly Soupy in comparison to the Karahi, I was surprised that Marg did not take more Rice. For Hector, this Curry needed Rice, for others, a Dipping Fest.
Marg – The Lamb dish had a fairly thin sauce but it was full of flavour and left the lips tingling. A good kick of ginger and with some mushroom rice from Hector I was able to mop up all the juice. 

It comes as two – was the explanation when Hector found himself staring at the smallest Dessert bowl ever. A Soupçon, a sufficient Soupçon. So much for leaving with Clove still on the palate. 

Curry Fi (450 Dumbarton Road, Glasgow G11 6SE), the latest addition to the
It was 14.30 when I entered Curry Fi. The young waitress greeted, even offered in situ, however, a small table mid room was accepted. The A3 laminated menu was already on the table.
Lamb served on-the-bone, no mention of Coconut, could this be the almost fabled – Lamb Desi Qorma?
For those who might choose Bread, a Plain Naan (£2.50) is the same price as a Tandoori Roti, strange. However, the Garlic & Coriander Naan, at £2.99, suddenly looked to be good value. But then sizes/style/quality are unknown. 

I settled down for the wait. I never did see the Chef, but somebody was clearly busy in the kitchen. I took in the décor. Another Glasgow muriel (sic), this one had
The choice of music amused. Sixties schmalz, sorry, classics. All covers, no original artists, so Dean and Frank were having the day off? 

Behold, a solitary Coriander Leaf, a swirl of something Creamy, and a piece of Meat breaking the surface of this definitely Soupy Curry. A Soupy Curry is what was expected on my last outing – 
A Peppery blended Masala, no sign of Citrus, so not the Desi Qorma I had hoped for. Once again, appraise what actually sits before me. A decent Kick, the Seasoning seemed to be lacking initially, this was reconsidered as progress was made. A well Seasoned Curry.
A Peppery, Creamy Curry, I know a lady who would love this. It’s a pity Marg tends to join me for Curry on a Monday when Curry Fi is closed.
Curry Fi, a Mainstream Curry House, in the 

Karahi Gosht may well be the Curry which features most in these pages, however, Lamb Desi Qorma conveys the greatest satisfaction. With the demise of 
Meanwhile, Jazzy had complimentary Poppadoms and Spiced Onions on the table in a flash. Marg would ask for Mango, which was soon presented.
Soft drinks (£2.95) for everyone, five bottles of Sparkling Water (350ml) and one Irn Bru. With the choice of two available, I could still hear –
For accompaniments, the
Served in quarters, Marg worked out that if she took her declared one slice, that left three for everyone else. So when she took a second piece, it was the Hector who lost out. What is this sharing lark anyway?
Nephew got into the act and took the group photo.



Sitting opposite Dr. Stan, we looked at the presentation of the karahi, starting at our end of the table.
What a lot of Lamb, my count reached fifteen substantial pieces of Meat. Dr. Stan’s bone debris pile rapidly built up, the Hector definitely had more Meat than seen across the table. Marg would offload some Meat in my direction then Stewart’s, way too big a portion for her to manage.
The Tenderest of Meat, leg of Lamb, suggested by the bones. A subtle Creaminess emerged, but not the hoped for – Citrus – associated with the Yoghurt in a Desi Qorma. 




With Marg still up north, an opperchancity to have the second frozen Curry from
Lamb Bhuna, cooked from frozen, I found myself asking why. Last time, for the
Once again, the detail given for the ingredients astonishes. No secrets here. 60% solids, half of which is Lamb. 105g of Meat, a – portion for one – not in Hector’s House. 

Six decent sized pieces of Meat, without the Plantain there simply would not have ben enough – lumps – to make a meal.
Today, Hector considered a visit to Paisley, just to savour the any
Bateera? – was in effect, my response to his salutation.
I took the booth nearest the counter, others were occupied. As always, there was a steady stream of Takeaway customers during my visit. I was about to begin
The lady brought everything on a tray, jug of water, and a colourful Salad too. The only cutlery was the spoon in the Curry, so fingers for the Salad then. No Raita.
I ask for a small Naan, it never comes. Served round, whole, risen, puffy, with blisters forming, and importantly, made from a white flour, there was nothing here not to like. Apart from the inevitable wastage. Compare this with the poor offering at
The Shorva was hot, I was already hoping it would retain its heat whilst I fiddled with the footery bones. It’s Quail, it’s how it is. Fun, finger food.
I had three napkins, by this time, all three were saturated with finger wipings. I should make it to the end. The second wishbone was carefully placed beside the other. Why is the Hector so whimsical today? If one embarks on eating Quail, one needs a sense of humour.
I took myself for a short walk. The fingers needed attention. I