I know that most people leave Ireland craving Shepard’s Pie or Lamb Stew, but my last meal happened to be the best Indian food that the old picky Ifer would never have tried. My addiction to Indian cuisine began back in New York, thanks FTF, for showing me Bombay Frankie! It’s hard to resist Indian food over in Ireland when even Uncle Ben’s has ready made curry for at home convenience. Come to think of it, although my meals at the farm mostly consisted of meat and potatoes, the very first down home meal that I had was some chicken curry and rice.
I was so hungry that I had almost settled for a greasy fish and chips until I saw the artsy looking sign for Maloti. The host greeted us at the door and kindly escorted my boyfriend and I up the stairs to a very Ikea looking dining area. I was instantly in love with this place. The atmosphere felt more like a Manhattan hipster hang out and the menu shared more than just the detailed ingredients, but also where the dishes originated from, like one meal that was a favorite at the most colorful parties because of its own colorful variety.
He ordered from the set menu, a starter and entree with rice for only around 17 Euros(for take away, it’s only 15). I can be very finicky when it comes to ordering. I usually change my mind 12 times before the waiter takes my order, and then another three times while he’s taking the order. I ended up ordering the first one on the list, Chicken Tikka with a side order of Bombay Aloo. And, of course, I had to make things difficult and make a whole other decision from Maloti’s long list of Naan bread. Luckily the waiter suggested the Peshwari Naan, which has a strong taste of coconut that blended very well with everything.
Of course when my boyfriend’s starter, the house specialty, Palak Paneer Chaap, arrived, luckily there were two of these tasty spinach fritters. They looked like two delicate green burgers and were arranged like art on the plate. Soon after, our small table for two was crowded with the rest of our food. I tried my boyfriend’s Chicken Bhuna, which was also tasty. One bowl or rice was enough for both of us, but the naan was so good that we could have ordered more.
By the time I decided to throw in the napkin and call it a night, there was still a little bit of Bombay Aloo left. Our waiter was very disappointed, “Was it okay, you barely touched it?” It reminded me of the way my grandma used to guilt us all into eating everything because she hated leftovers. Luckily my rugby-playing boyfriend doesn’t like leftovers either and finished off the Bombay Aloo. “Okay, so now you’re finished?” our waiter politely asked after every last morsel on the table had been consumed.
For a meal that fed more like it was Thankgiving the damage was less than just over 40 Euros for the two of us. I was hooked, or I will be when I return to Dublin. The Maloti in Swords is located at 18 Main Street, there is also a Maloti in Naas, and the original Maloti is in City Centre on Williams Street South.
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