I ordered the Rogan Josh. It arrived looking like a volcano of deep red sauce. The lamb was so tender, it practically fell apart when I looked at it.
One bite, and I forgot my own name. Seriously. The spices are complex but not scary. It’s like a dance party in your mouth, and everyone’s invited.
You know that feeling when food is so good you want to hug the chef? That was me, fork in hand, contemplating a second portion. I didn’t, but I wanted to.
The Takeaway game is strong here
Alams Lounge also does takeaway. This is dangerous knowledge if you live nearby. Imagine: you’re in your pajamas, watching telly, and bam—perfect Kashmiri food arrives at your door.
They package everything really well. No leaky bags, no soggy naan. It’s like they respect the journey your dinner takes. I respect that.
One time, I ordered the Chicken Tikka Masala for takeaway. It was so good, I ate it cold the next morning. Don’t judge me. You’d do it too.
