Kasturi has the dubious honour of being the first place that I reviewed where I sent back a dish. The offending item was their seafood soup; the reason it was returned was that it was just a watered down version of their generic curry sauce with bullets of rubbery prawn pieces in the depths. The memory lives long in the Lunchquest hall of horrors.
It has been a while since that visit so I thought I should give them a check to see how they were getting on.
Upon entry the lively and appealing Bollywood soundtrack was immediately removed. Five minutes of silence followed then some sort of minimalist synth pop kicked in which included something that sounded like Schneider TM’s version of The Smiths’ There is a Light That Never Goes Out. It was odd and rather unwelcoming.
The menu did still contain the infamous seafood soup but I steered around it. I opened itself with the prawn puri which is a staple of mine. I followed with the Goan fish curry.
The waiter soon brought the starter which contained very accurately cooked and juicy prawns but a rather heavy puri. It was a middling version of a dish I eat pretty regularly.
The main course came with a small portion of fairly ordinary saag aloo, a good aloo paratha that put me in mind of fresh tattie scones, and a fish curry that featured mediocre chunks of catfish. It was fairly guileless stuff.
I was left to reflect on a meal that had passed off without the catastrophe of my previous visit, but did little to set the pulse racing. The hot towel that arrived after the main course was lukewarm, not to say tepid. It seemed emblematic of a drearily lacklustre restaurant.
So overall, Kasturi just doesn’t seem to be the place for me. The interior is very stylish but the food and service just seems offhand and half-baked. I’ve done my due diligence in revisiting but it’s not a place to which I’ll return.