A novel idea it was that once you get out of the Tube and on your way to London’s brand new Olympic Park you’ll have to walk across.. *ahem* a shockingly vast maze of shopping mall. Westfield Stratford City, it is. I won’t bore you with my impressions, but I only want to tell you this..
Amidst all the chain and semi-chain restaurants at Westfield (I am talking Rosa’s, Franco Manca, Comptoir Libanais, etc.) lies this little gem, Indi-Go. A little Indian island on the Balcony boasting an open plan kitchen and a huge queue of ethnic crowds. Very cafe-like and looking inappropriately un-atmospheric. You queue, order food, get them things that vibrate, feel the vibration, get your food on a plastic tray (Yikes!), fetch your knife and fork, eat.. and leave. No service. No service charge. Not a kind of place you’ll linger there longer than an hour.
The menu at Indi-Go is pleasantly lengthy and focuses on Indian street food. Bhel Puri, Pau Bhaji, that sort of things. There are some biryani, some curries and many Indian sweets!!! This shows good promise
I and the other bib was in a rush, so we tucked in what we felt would be the least time-consuming. Pani Poori was nicely presented and tasted good. These were six light, crispy rice balls filled with chickpeas, red onions, potatoes, coriander leaves and a frisky dose of spices. The tangy lime and mint sauce, albeit watery, shook the balls to livelihood. Then came the curries in massive bowls. Adraki Murgh – a thick, luscious chicken curry – rendered itself a wonderful heat and a perfect balance of sweetness, gingery-ness, cumin and spices. Firework in my mouth and very tender chicken pieces, too!! The same may be said of Kashmiri Lamb Curry. I particularly liked it for meaty robustness and a delicate note of saffron. That said, it wasn’t so much a soul reviver as the Murgh. I mopped it all up with two expertly and most deliciously puffed naans. Seriously they were as fluffy as a duvet!
And I spent my last few minutes juggling Gulab Jamun. Perfectly aerated and ridiculously spongy cake balls soaked in gently sweet syrup. LOVED IT!!
That was my meal. So immensely authentic it brought me to think of places like Dishoom and Delhi Grill. The bill for two of about £34 barely left a scratch on my wallet. If only we had more time, I would love to slowly nibble my way through the menu.
And, yes. I bl**dy take my words back. I can see myself linger at Indi-Go.. for hours!
My head rating says, “8 out of 10″.
My heart rating says, “7 out of 10″.
The Balcony (1st Flr)
Westfield Stratford City