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I am Mr Blogger. Real name Mark Goodson, I like writing. Check out my other blog, "So Who gets Custody of the Nectar Points?" for regular tragic and comedic moments from a divorced man in his early 50's.

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Sunday 11 October 2015

Crawley - 6th October 2015

Venue – Zari, 212-214 Ifield Drive, Crawley, RH11 0DQ

Attendees – Me, Malcolm, Rick (drink only)







For this JPT game, it was a reduced travelling party, with Rick joining us straight from London and only me and Malc making the journey from Essex. It was in fact the return of the group forever known as “The Aldershot three” as we were the visitors to Hampshire just after Phil Brown had been appointed manager of the mighty Blues. We only won once when he was in charge that season, which I think was for about 8 games, and it was on that night when we won 2-0, effectively sending the Shots down to the Conference. Fitting, bearing in mind that their dodgy floodlights effectively prevented us gaining automatic promotion the season before but that’s another story.  See the blog entry here - http://aroundthegroundsin80curries.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/aldershot-16th-april-2013.html

Crawley has a “New Town” feel to it; many places are modern constructions and of the 11 Indian restaurants in the vicinity, almost all of them seemed to be in small shopping parades of 8 – 10 units. Some of the pictures of these restaurants on Google Earth seemed to be graffiti clad walls/garages near or in front of the said eateries. It’s not overly conducive to want to book a table in a curry house when all you can see is a grey, soulless wall with black/white spray paint designs in front of wherever you would be going. I mean, anything could be behind that wall, including Harry “the knife” who is just waiting for some poor unsuspecting soul to wander through en route to collect their Chicken Vindaloo. Crawley isn’t nicknamed “Creepy” for nothing you know. They’ll be sitting ducks, I tell you (or sitting chickens, whatever, either way the portions will be poultry. See what I did there? Sorry, enough of the fowl jokes. Oops, did it again.)

Anyhow, Crawley is in fact a town that dates back to the 13th Century (check out the Wikipedia entry here - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crawley#Origins) but enough of the history lesson – on with the food.

The last time we were here, we went to a restaurant called Cinnamon and a huge discussion ensued about whether to just order the usual dish & rice with the shared naan and side dishes or go for the Indian Banquet being offered. We didn't really have time for a banquet but it seemed cheaper. I don’t know if it was or not as we really didn't have enough time to eat everything, what with having a football match to attend and all that. We lost 3-0 then and it has since been erased from the memory, but I don’t recall the food being all that great. So we thought we’d try somewhere different.
The trouble is that nowhere looked very appealing due to the aforesaid Google snaps, but a bit of on-line research showed that a local curry house, Zari, was up for some award and in doing so beat off competition from a Michelin starred restaurant and The Queens Table, the restaurant attached to Amberley House. Now that must be something worth visiting I thought; so we did. As it turns out, it was just a shame there was only the two of us.

Zari was at the end of a dodgy looking parade of shops containing all the ingredients for a food tasters paradise; a Chinese take away, a KFC imitation chicken take away place, fish and chips, kebabs, Londis, a coffee shop, oh and a bookies, game exchange place and a small Co-op. Classy. The pub, “The Pelham Buckle” was alongside Zari’s and looked nice from a distance but up close less so. “Kim’s Kitchen – Home Cooked Food” was emblazoned on the windows and made it look somehow even less appealing. But in amongst all this was Zari’s restaurant, a double sized unit with pretty pink neon lights and deceptive surroundings hiding an absolute jewel in Indian cuisine.



We arrived at around 5:50 and were greeted by no less than 6 staff. They were obviously expecting a busy night as there must have been space for over 100 covers and there were only 4 people in there already. We announced that we were here for the football but the waiter clearly wasn't a fan of either Crawley or the game itself as he asked who won… we had to explain that midweek games were played in the evening and we had to be away at about 7 so needed feeding fairly quick. The obligatory Cobras and puppodums were ordered and this is when we got a flavour that this place was just a little different. Everything was home made on site, even the puppodums and the spicy ones were conical in shape (see picture). The chutneys/accompaniments were delicious and if there was a complaint it was that there wasn't enough.



The menu was also completely different with lots of items I have never seen before anywhere. The waiter recommended a red curry, which Malcolm had (Madras strength) and I had a chicken dish which was incredibly aromatic and full of flavour. I can neither pronounce nor remember its name but it was certainly delicious. It was either that or a Biryani dish that they make with a pastry crust, so it was like a pie. Tough call. The Keema rice and Garlic rice were also very tasty and the Peshwari Naan was home-made and less “doughy” than I have had elsewhere. Absolutely fab.

The toilets were spotless and I have eaten in places less clean than they were. The staff were attentive and if there was a criticism at all, it was that for the second curry running, the waiter came over and asked if we wanted our food. Yes please mate, we’re in a rush as there’s a football match on and we don’t want you to let it get cold somewhere. Just bring it over. 

Rick joined us at the end for a drink and all in all it was a cracking meal out. More expensive than usual but only to be expected and well worth it.

Marks
Exterior - 8
Surroundings - 7
Interior – 9.5
Toilets – 9.5
Service - 9
Quality - 8
Value – 7.5

Overall - 8.36

The football
Crawley were statuesque. Southend were so far and away the better team in a 3-0 win that it was embarrassing. Quarter finals here we come!


Thursday 3 September 2015

Coventry, 31st August 2015



Venue - Nashaa, 154 Longford Rd, Coventry
Attendees - Me, Dave, Harry and Andy "Villa"






A new taster was welcomed for this trip, Andy "Villa", who is essentially a Villa fan but who now lives in Southend and has adopted the mighty Blues as his club. I'm actually not sure who he would cheer for if we drew Villa in the cup... could be interesting!

Anyhow, he generously agreed to drive us to new re-arranged fixture on Bank holiday Monday evening(?) at the Ricoh Arena. Now this made parking interesting, because most of the stadium car park was already being utilised for a convention that had been going on since the Saturday, hence the re-arrangement, and being a bank holiday, most of the other car parks available were closing before the match finished, which wasn't helpful. However, he managed to pre-book parking at Wayland Ltd, official stadium parking about 20 minutes walk from the Ricoh.

We arrived in good time through the rain for our 6pm table reservation at Nashaa, a highly rated restaurant 15 minutes walk from the car park and about 20 minutes from the stadium. In fact, we were 40 minutes early, so allowing for the walk, we would have 25 minutes extra time so a stop en route via a pub for a quickie was the plan.

Well, it would have been, had we not turned the wrong direction out of the car park and walked for approximately 1 mile before realising, turning back and got onto the right road, negotiating a multi- junction road with no pavement or walkways directly under a bridge on the M6 and a large grassy, wet roundabout which we had to walk straight across. Andy blamed Google maps... seems rude not to.

Sure enough, the other direction saw us eventually arrive at the restaurant just over the brow of a canal bridge, plenty of pubs but no time to visit them as it was now bang on 6pm. Having walked about 3 miles we were now ready for some food... oh, and a Cobra.

Looking a bit puffed, Dave?

The interior of the restaurant was clean and smart; there were 2 or 3 other tables being occupied (the place opened at 5pm)  and we were immediately seated and given menus.

Spicy and plain poppodums with pickles were ordered while we decided on the main course and they were very nice... the spicy ones a touch burnt but the pickles were clearly home made and included Tamarind sauce, a deep red, spicy accompaniment together with the usual chopped onion and tomato, mango chutney, lime pickle and Raita.





Everyone ordered a main and a rice, plus we had 2 Peshwari naan breads and a mushroom bhaji to share. I opted for the Chicken Jalfrezi which initially I was disappointed in heat-wise but then I found the chillies... well, lets just say I needed three pints to everyone else's two in order to cool the mouth down! The flavours of all the dishes were superb with no complaints from anyone... it all went and the bill per head came in at £23 including a tip of around 15%! About right I'd say.


The only area that could have been better was service related. Absolutely nothing wrong with the service, the speed or anything like that, but our waiter was perhaps... well... see what you think. He kept interrupting our football related conversation to ask us if we wanted our food?  Er, yes please, you're a restaurant, just bring it over. We've ordered it, we're not going to refuse it are we? Can you imagine the conversation -

"Excuse me gents, sorry to interrupt your football chat, but you know your food?  Well it's all ready. Shall I bring it to you?"

"No thanks, we just want to talk for a bit longer about tonight's possible team and potential changes to the offside rule, could you leave it out to get cold please?"

Let's face it, that just isn't going to happen. Cut the conversation killing, just bring us our beer and food! That would be perfect!

Aside from that, it was a pretty good curry, well worth a visit.

Marks - 

Exterior - 8
Surroundings - 7
Interior - 9
Toilets - 8
Service - 8.5
Quality - 9
Value - 7

Overall - 8.07

The football

A cracking game in continual rain, ending 2-2. Probably a fair result, we could have been 3 or 4 up at half time instead of only 2-1 but our kepper kept us in it with several cracking saves including a penalty save in the second half. No complaints. The Ricoh is a tremendous stadium, one of my favourites.





Footnote -

This blogpost would not have been complete without a recount of the walk back to the car. First of all, we were at the wrong end of the ground to where we needed to be, so had to walk all the way around. In the pouring rain. We had been joined for the game by Andy's daughter Amy who had to get a cab back to the station, and this involved walking all the way in one direction before backtracking and intercepting a taxi on the main roundabout outside the stadium. Then Andy keyed in the car park address in good old Google Maps and off we set. Soon we were walking along the A444 towards the oncoming traffic in the dark and the rain which we though cannot be right. No, google maps says it is, so we persevered. Bearing in mind the car park was only meant to be 20 minutes walk from the stadium, we comfortably exceeded that with Google showing us still some distance away. We got there in the end having toeither walk in the gutter of the main dual carriageway and avoid the glare and constant flashing of the headlights from vehicles not expecting to see 4 drowned rats walking towards them, or choose the grass verge which was slightly safer but in deep grass, sopping wet and having to negotiate the frequent low hanging branch or protruding bush or hedge. After we while, we left the A444 and ended up on the approach road to the M6! We made it - obviously - but it took over 45 minutes. To say we were wet was an understatement. My hoodie was still soaked by the time I got home at about 1am and that was underneath my anorak that was still damp the following evening.

Just for fun, Dave retraced our steps on Google maps the day after. The yellow route is the one we should have taken, the red one is what we actually walked. Ignore the "Dropped pin" caption, there is an arrow at the end of each colour to show where we needed to end up.



Technology... you can't beat it!