Flora Indica, Old Brompton Road, London
You know a restaurant should have one thing about it when a pair who’ve by no means met select it as their romantic rendezvous level for his or her blind date.
That’s what Molly and Jaime on the subsequent desk did on the Indian restaurant Flora Indica in London’s Old Brompton Road.
By the time their lamb and hen tikka dishes turned up so had the dialog and animated laughter.
They seemed somewhat awkward at a nook desk, however sipping the signature Flora Indica amber beer whereas nibbling on snacks of crispy Kurmure Okra and cassava chill pappad appeared to interrupt the ice.
By the time the small plates arrived – paneer crab and Jerusalem artichoke – smiles and eye contact had begun. By the time their lamb and hen tikka dishes turned up so had the dialog and animated laughter.
No doubt there was chemistry but I’m certain the stunning surroundings should have helped. The darkish facade and tinted glass doorways open up into a classy room. Calming olive inexperienced partitions, with wealthy teak wooden that types the backdrop for the seating complemented with Scottish heritage Harris tweed material.
And there’s extra. the ceiling and components of the wall are adorned with their floral insignia and Steampunk objects in zinc and copper with Victorian interval scientific curiosities adorning partitions and cabinets. And a really curious darkish blue old-style cellphone sales space. The floor flooring can cater for 30 covers – the “engine” room downstairs is just not but open.
Molly and Jaime set the upbeat tone. Ready to tuck in we selected 4 not-so-small “small plates” together with the venison, hen wings, salmon and the Jerusalem Artichoke Papdi Chaat with tamarind and pomegranate.
The venison got here kofta model, juicy however closely spiced. Delicious it was, but it hid the usually gamey flavour related to this meat.
The salmon had an interesting softness on the palate and admittedly, the hen wings seemed extraordinary – the gentle hen meat comes lined in vermicelli making it seem like a hedgehog on a stick.
The Jerusalem artichoke was the belle of the small plates ball and was fairly merely ablaze with flavours. Crispy thins of artichoke in a meld of tamarind, yoghurt and gems of pomegranate.
To be sincere these small plates have been beneficiant and on one other day we’d have been completely satisfied to cease there.
Of course, we didn’t. The duck leg on the bone was slow-cooked to perfection with the spices and coconut sauce taking part in collectively as greatest mates.
And the hen tikka Biryani served with first-grade basmati rice was distinctive. There was no room to dying the coolness nan and garlic bread and we simply gave a nod to the kale.
We completed off with beetroot halva which is an fascinating mixture of almost candy flavours with tough textures.
There’s a fantastic assortment of 26 gins on the bar and loads of alternative cocktails too. However, we ordered a bottle (or two) of the home beer and what a stunning shock this amber ale is. Brewed regionally on the Portobello brewery. It is served thoughtfully in ice-cold glasses this heady 4.3% ABV drink turned out to be a really perfect thirst-quenching accompaniment for our feast.
The improbable meals, convivial environment, quirky decor and subdued lighting make this restaurant an ideal match for a very pleasant evening out and even romance. I actually hope Molly and Jaime thought so too.
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