Paratha Box - Green Street — Restaurant in London

Executive Chef Malik (co-founder Paratha Box) you have scored big time yet again by opening your signature street food cafe on Green Street in London (a 5 minute walk from Uptown Park station on the District Line). From the minute I stepped in to this oasis of tranquil decor (aesthetically designed to perfection), I was mesmerised by the layout and smart utility of space. Cosy meets luxury. The prices are rock bottom affordable while the ambiance made me feel as though I was at a fancy high-end suave cafe in London. Before I even begin on the food, let's talk about the spotless environment and cleanliness on an OCD level of obsessive hygiene. Amazing and refreshing. Paratha Box on Green Street is the only food outlet in the entire area that has visibly invested in an outstanding team of empowering women who run every aspect of the establishment (front and back). A special shout out to Ayesha and Hifza who make customers feel as if this were an invitation into their home and not a restaurant. Clean hands, positive smiles, attention to detail, and most of all excellent communication skills from the entire team at Paratha Box. The matching gold striped tray with small cups of a welcome tea selection served hot, had immediately set the tone of the PB brand promise of what to expect. Our order were taken instantly. The Paratha Box kitchen team led by senior chef Nusrat (women empowerment) operated in a silent symphony of everyone moving and cooking without yelling or screaming. A kitchen with zero chaos reflects the positive energy that goes into the food preparation process. Watching the Paratha Box kitchen team was a spiritual experience of seeing food prepared with passion and purpose. Every dish ordered came to our table in perfection and precision. The keema paratha melts in your mouth with each bite dipped in their in-house green mint chutney. Not ordering their signature aloo paratha is not an option (in fact you must order two portions). But let's not forget about the premium pizza paratha (an amalgamation of melting cheese with sundried tomatoes and green peppers garnished over melting cheese). My favourite had to be the pasta in red marinara sauce (in-house recipe). To top it off, their nimbu paani (desi lemonade) and mango lassi are bombastic. The true sign of an exceptional brand is when the owners (Sajid and his wonderful wife) came upto our table to see if the Paratha Box experience met our expectations. At that moment we knew that Paratha Box was in the hands of people that had politeness, and kindness in their DNA. Your brand is an example of the magic that can be created when owners hire people smarter than them...so that without micromanaging, their team can deliver on the Paratha Box dining experience. Paratha Box, you have put the green back into Green Street. Thank you for giving the South Asian community a clean, fresh, kind, polite, and outstanding dining experience for our friends and family to enjoy together. Thank you Paratha Box team and a special shout out to the maestro (Executive Chef Malik) who brings his orchestra of recipes and teams together in harmony to provide joy to all those who walk through the doors of Paratha Box on Green Street in London. Garma garam cups of chai served with hot-off-the-tawaa parathas is the best way to keep warm in our British winter months....and if that were not enough to put a smile on your face, then wait till you hear their selection of superb desi songs playing in the background. Ah! What a feeling. Mazaa aagaya. Shukria. Meharbaani. Nawasish....

We recently visited this restaurant and found ourselves with a mixed, though largely promising, experience. While the restaurant itself was pleasant, we decided to change table due to being seated too close to the door. Unfortunately, the staff didn't make an effort to clean the second table when they noticed we were changing table, which was a noticeable oversight in basic service. But the staff made this effort when a gentleman was visiting to meet the owner sat down on the table next to us.

The star of the meal was undoubtedly the paratha, which was delicious, genuinely light, and wonderfully flaky—a true highlight. ​However, the rest of the dishes were somewhat hit or miss. The butter chicken was merely palatable; the sauce was unlike traditional butter chicken and it contained only tiny pieces of chicken. The potato bhaji was also underwhelming, severely lacking in both salt and spice. Furthermore, one item promised on the menu was missing: we did not receive our pickled onions.

The most urgent feedback relates to the washroom facilities. When washing my hands after the meal, I found there were no tissues or a functioning hand dryer outside the only cubicle. I had to enter the toilet area just to dry my hands. More critically, the flush mechanism on the toilet was loose and clearly needs to be fixed promptly.

This restaurant clearly has a strong foundation, particularly with its parathas and atmosphere. I'm hopeful that the recent presence of "the big bosses" signals that management is focusing on these details—specifically the consistency of the curries, the execution of service (like cleaning tables and checking orders), and essential washroom maintenance. Addressing these fixable issues would elevate the experience...

“Paratha Box: Judgment Day for Boring Food”

In the treacherous, spice-strewn streets of East London, where every other restaurant claims to be the chosen one, Paratha Box doesn’t just survive… it dominates. Like T-800 rising from molten steel, it steps out of the culinary battlefield with a butter chicken paratha in one hand, and your tastebuds in a gentle, flavorful chokehold.

Forget your typical butter chicken that tastes like it was brewed in a Primrose Hill café—this is the real desi deal. Spiced just right, rich without being oily, and packed into a paratha so flaky it could’ve auditioned for a role in Titanic as an iceberg. And these parathas? Bigger, bolder, better. They don’t fold—they flex.

Don’t be fooled by the box size—what looks like a light lunch could feed a velociraptor after leg day. I consider myself an apex foodie predator, and even I had to pause halfway and whisper, “Life… uh… finds a way,” as I negotiated with my stomach to make room.

But here’s the real twist: I changed my order last-minute. I braced for the Back to the Future paradox of disappointment. Instead? They adjusted it without charging me extra. When the replacement turned out wrong, they sent ANOTHER, for FREE. Who does that? Clark Kent on customer service duty, that’s who.

The staff? Calm, courteous, and smoother than Rose’s hand hitting that foggy car window. No attitude, no eye rolls—just pure sukoon in a chaotic corner of the city.

Paratha Box isn’t a meal. It’s a cinematic universe.

And like Arnie said, while polishing off a flaky roll of...