Like I mentioned in my last entry, we enjoyed Brick Lane so much that we returned the next day. We started on the other end, this time encountering many funky vintage clothing stores and record shops before once again ending up in the restaurant-filled portion of the street. (Oh yeah, we also saw some some actors and crew shooting a scene for something in the street!). As it was around lunchtime, we went for another meal in a different restaurant– I believe it was called Spice, which turned out to be a very appropriate name.
The menu, like those in many Indian restaurants, indicated the spiciness level of the different dishes. J was feeling adventurous, so when the waiter came to take our order, he asked, “So, how hot is the vindaloo?” “Oh… it’s very hot,” the waiter said with a small smile. J went for it. I ordered the tikka paneer to start and a slightly spicy dish lamb dish with spinach for my main course.
The tikka paneer was so nice. Paneer is one of my other favorite components of Indian food (I often get palak paneer). The cubes of slightly squeaky white cheese covered in tikka spice were such a yummy start to the meal.
Then came the moment of truth– J’s chicken vindaloo. He was rather nervous by the time he lifted the first forkful to his mouth. Good, bad… pain? It started off feeling not bad at all, then it slowly ignited your mouth and did not fade (I know; I tasted it too). But it was bearable– a slow burn rather than a shock of spice that attacked the sinuses. J finished it off (along with all of his water and about half of mine), and as we walked out of the restaurant he wondered when the burning would stop (it did, eventually). My meal, in case you’re wondering, was much better than the night before– perfectly tender lamb chunks in a just-right spicy sauce with spinach. Wonderful.