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Last night, Bonnie and I went out with E. & D. to celebrate E.'s birthday. The four of us always have fun on birthdays! I'm writing about this particular occasion because the restaurant was quite good. We wanted Indian food, and so D. got us reservations at Gandhi, in vieux Montréal. I'm extremely leery of restaurants in that area. The whole quarter is a tourist trap, and nothing there has especially fair pricing. But it came recommended by E., who had a working lunch there, so I was willing to suspend prejudice for the evening.
I'm glad I did! The restaurant itself had recently expanded, and was comfortable and spacious. It was also very clean. The staff were great, showing up as needed without getting in your face – a hard balance to maintain. And unlike a lot of places in this city, it wasn't thundering with music, trying to be a nightclub or something. Oh, and it smelled great.
As for the food, I can only speak for myself. I started with vegetable samosas, which were light and fluffy, with pleasant spice and almost no greasiness. Then I had lamb vindaloo, which was fiery without being Bangalore phal-level brutal – with lots of subtle spicing that was detectable over the fire – and which had large chunks of meat and vegetables (I intensely dislike it when the contents of a curry consist of tiny smithereens). With that I had naan, made on the premises, that was perfectly poofy and rich, with just the right level of crunch around the very edges.
My dining companions seemed to enjoy their meals, too. The only "complaint" was that the servings were more-than-generous. That might be common elsewhere, but not in Montréal.
So if you happen to be in the area and seeking Indian cuisine, I'd happily recommend Gandhi.
I'm glad I did! The restaurant itself had recently expanded, and was comfortable and spacious. It was also very clean. The staff were great, showing up as needed without getting in your face – a hard balance to maintain. And unlike a lot of places in this city, it wasn't thundering with music, trying to be a nightclub or something. Oh, and it smelled great.
As for the food, I can only speak for myself. I started with vegetable samosas, which were light and fluffy, with pleasant spice and almost no greasiness. Then I had lamb vindaloo, which was fiery without being Bangalore phal-level brutal – with lots of subtle spicing that was detectable over the fire – and which had large chunks of meat and vegetables (I intensely dislike it when the contents of a curry consist of tiny smithereens). With that I had naan, made on the premises, that was perfectly poofy and rich, with just the right level of crunch around the very edges.
My dining companions seemed to enjoy their meals, too. The only "complaint" was that the servings were more-than-generous. That might be common elsewhere, but not in Montréal.
So if you happen to be in the area and seeking Indian cuisine, I'd happily recommend Gandhi.
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