I’ve been in Dilli long enough now, to have had many generous helpings of good ole Butter Chicken. But yes, I’ve done kebabs, and yes I’ve done parathas, and yes I’ve done dahi bhalla papdi chaat, and no I haven’t done Butter Chicken. Blasphemy!
It took a friend visiting town for me to visit Delhi’s most famed butter chicken spot, Moti Mahal. Reaffirming my belief that life is best lived like a tourist in one’s own city.
Moti Mahal, in Greater Kailash-1 is a cosy , no-frills restaurant with old waiters, who’ve probably been there since its inception. The tables are bare, with enough place for what you order. The crowd is bustling, there are many surds. Indians believe the mark of a good restaurant is the number of Sikhs who visit it, for they are connoisseurs of fine food.
We tuck into mutton seekh kebabs, and vinegar onions, and perfectly flavoured butter chicken garnished with green chillies and khasta roti. Light and crispy, khasta roti is Indian bread baked in butter and cooked on coal, what a treat! Feeling stuffed, but not greasy, we wash down the dinner with paan, that’s said to be an excellent digestive. Prince Pan Bhandar, that’s across the road from Moti Mahal has been around for years, but kept with the times. I order an Ice Paan stuffed with bits of crushed ice, and giggle as I chew through…
There isn’t a better way to end a nippy evening in the capital, than a cuppa chai and a drive through the India Gate. Tea is kept warm with tiny kerosene burners easy to carry around. Hearts are kept warm with good company.
If you’re ever in Delhi and holidaying, I’d love to take you around. Email me:)
P.s. Which is your perfect butter chicken spot?