Oh dear, where to begin? Shall we start with the people who don't know any better and have left good reviews because they can't tell what real curries taste like, so please take their reviews with a generous pinch of salt. My sister ate here about 5 years ago, and the food was nice. They had well-dressed waiting staff and a very likeable governor, and they were super busy and had very generous portions along with ample freebies. So, based on this, we decided to try it. From the moment we went in, we knew something was amiss. The place was empty, and someone eventually came out to "greet" us. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a hoodie. The christmas lights were looking sad (it's March), the carpet looked decades old, and the paintwork was shoddy. Anyway, it's all about the food, right? So we looked at the menu with slight trepidation. Decided to go with the set meal for 4. Out it came, in very tiny portions. Each starter had about 4 square inch pieces of meat, and it looked as though 1 very short kebab was cut into 2 pieces. We asked the "waiter" why there were only 3 samosas for a set meal for 4. His response - he shrugged and said yes, that's how many you get. Good job we had a maths teacher with us to help divvy up the 3 samosas between the 4 of us (although we did consider not giving the 10 year old child one but that would have been a little cruel).

Customers started coming in, in dribs, and drabs. One family complained about their popadum sauces tasting off and were told that they could pay for their drinks and leave as they insiste their sauces are fresh. They had an elderly lady with them, and it was a rather shocking and rude response to their very polite critique of the sauce.

So we contemplate whether itstoo late for us to up and leave in protest, but we soldiered on as we'd already had our starters.

The mains were quite late and very disappointing. Lots of pasty processed sauce with a very small amount of meat, I'd say about 5 pieces. The potatoes and mushrooms tasted and looked like they were out of a tin.

Turns out, the previous owner (a lovely generous gentleman) had passed away, and left the business to his son who likes to cut corners, scrimping here and there, affecting the value and taste just to keep his costs down and keep his profits up because the people who don't know what real curry is supposed to taste like will carry on frequenting this joke of a place.

Kanjoose is the word we asians use for people like that. An insult to the original owners legacy. Thankfully, we didn't have any tummy troubles.

The highlight of the meal was the cadbury's eclaire you see in the pic. Let's just say that the food didn't look very instagrammable.