Far Pavilion — Restaurant in Lancaster

It was a daily drill for most till they discovered this resthouse. That ten mile walk...that memorable walk once over.....this IS what the heart aims for. ..I hang up my painting there, snap in the center of the dining hall.....as if I own this palace. My oil painting spells one of the names of Allah that I paint with mind and soul combined without using the brush.Hands only..All sorts of generals with their family members, young officers, artists, doctors, engineers, hunters, teachers, architects, students come here to chill out. If we dont get a reservation or we do get a reservation the last thing you want, is to snuggle in those crisp sheets at night. You would never see me inside that building ever at night but out in the field enjoying the celebration of being a part of the creation of Allah.There is camping, basketball,table tennis, boxing, karate, badminton, chess, golf and even hunting on the cards. You name it, they will get it for you.Even invent it, if need be! Thats called hospitality. U can do something creative and chase butterflies without throwing yourself off a cliff.I mean its fun! The real beauty is the lime green grass, the swimming competition in the clouds and the wise cracks on mineral water vs spring water by their handsome waiting staff.There is zero tolerance for drama and makeup that I learnt fast. You learn the Art of loving yourself with all your shortcomings and failures and embrace life whole heartedly.Going back to a souless city shrieks havoc as you begin to spiral down and out.I usually love to meditate under trees and listen to the unsual chirping of mysterious birds while deciding which peak to conquer first. Also watch students from Punjab and Balochistan come in like waves and get a whiff of fresh air here.The food is Kashmiri so you wont be bored.The flute and Pahari Henco and Kashmiri songs have their own lingo and a qired taste.Cigar smoke fills the air as generals sit with their families telling stories of inflicting heavy losses to India and how weak and afraid the Indian Army really is. There is enormous respect for the brave jawans living lonely lives on the LOC while offering their lives on behalf of Pakistani citizens.Tea is served with a smile and reminder that we must head home soon.Those who are fashion convicts are forever complaining till the dawn of simplicity sets in on their souls. The service here is like a mother tending to her babies, with warmth and hospitality.The air is pure and relaxing.Students are seen sketching maps, playing board games and reading books under the Greenwood trees.I dont see anyone whining or complaining there.I am looking forward to going there again because home is where the heart is. I rest my case in expressing my love for this Far Far Pavillion.Where words end, this...

We ordered at 7pm for takeaway and, like the plot twist in a slow-burn drama, our food arrived fashionably late. But hey, no hard feelings—working in catering must be like trying to juggle knives in a thunderstorm.

First up, the tikka. It was… fine. Like, “I’m hungry and this is edible” fine. The mushroom rice though? Now that was the real star—never thought I’d be emotionally attached to a side dish, but here we are.

Then we get to my partner’s butter chicken. Well, butter chicken is supposed to be the Beyoncé of Indian food, but this one? It was more like a sad cover band—dry meat, no flavour, and zero stage presence.

Now, for the £12.80 mixed starter. A bargain, right? Wrong. It was like a tragic comedy in a grease-filled container. Two onion bhajis that looked like they'd just been rescued from a deep-fryer disaster, four chicken pakoras that could only be described as “depressed,” and one meat kofta so brittle, it snapped in half as if to say, "Please, put me out of my misery." All resting gracefully in a pool of oil. The side salad? A soggy pinch of lettuce on its last legs, with a lonely half cucumber slice and what might have been tomato skin in a past life.

Naan bread was fine. It existed. But my beloved peshwari naan? Barely a whisper of coconut paste. Come on, don’t tease me with a peshwari if you’re not going to commit!

And all this culinary adventure for just over £60?! (£5 for delivery, which I’m convinced was just a bribe to get someone to deliver it at all). Overall, a memorable first-time experience… mostly for how bad it was. Disappointing doesn’t even cover it.

Please, please stay far away from this Pavilion until they up their game and care about what they cook...

After having had a succession of mediocre to poor meals from far Pavilion over the last 18 months, I felt compelled to write this review. Partly out of disappointment; as this used to be by far the best Indian restaurant in the whole area. However, since Covid, and particularly over the last two years, the quality of the food has dropped considerably, while the prices have continued to increase. (This is now one of the most expensive takeaway options in the area) Around two years ago, for some reason (perhaps a change of chef?), they started to change the flavour of their dishes - which have become steadily more bland and tasteless. To the point where a lot of dishes now just seem to taste the same. Unfortunately, the quantity and quality of the meat in the dishes has also really dropped. For example, where you used to get nice chunks of chicken breast we had a chicken balti the other night, which was literally tiny strips of chicken with sauce – and that was it! Another favourite dish used to be the lamb Rogan Josh. Where the lamb used be lovely and tender, of late it’s been tough, undercooked and fatty. Such a disappointment to write this review as this used to be such a good restaurant! We won’t be hurrying back now unfortunately, which is...