A Hound's question a week or so ago, may be longer, for British Indian food made me hungry.
Last night at the King's Head in Santa Monica, I got my wish. That wish was for the same taste that I got last year at a low down lorry stop in North London; burning hot chicken curry (the burning from the curry sauce, nice and sticky and full of flavor) complemented by half chips and half rice plus a watery cucumber salad. When I had finished, my lips were stinging and the happy tummy didn't care about all those carbs - the whole pot of mango chutney was on the table and a big greasy pappadum was the side. Nothing like sopping up the curry with fries. Nothing.
Mme Zoe who still has her foot in the air (restaurants are amazingly accomodating to the limping) hungered for a mixed grill and a big glass of Bass Ale to further her convalescence. We shared a trifle for dessert which had absolutely clouds of fresh real whipped cream on the top.
Back to the liquid diet today.
Ye Kings Head
Santa Monica Blvd at 2nd Street.
Public parking a must because I paid $9 at the lot opposite. The only yuk of the evening.
(new owners, same menu with a few additions, nice service and different because everywhere is non smoking including the bar, although they have a patio outside.