Akbar, who was 13 when he took the Mughal throne in Deli, was a patron of the arts including paintings (especially murals) and literature. My friend Jeff and I took an adventure to a place bearing Akbar's name at lunch time today. This was a scene in the making for a Larry David Curb Your Enthusiasm episode. The wait staff more resembled a collection of biker bar rejects than one you would expect in a restaurant in a more tony area of town. When ordering a chicken dish I asked the waitress if the chicken was chicken breast and she asked me what I asking about her breasts. When we tried to explore what types of breads they offered, since they were not listed on the menu, she inquired why we were asking about her breasts? Maybe an LA thing? Or maybe they hired wait staff with the worst possible hearing in the world? Odd to say the least. The food was not particularly memorable although Jeff ordered a lamb vindaloo that looked OK.
I have been experimenting with an Indian omelette that is moving in the right direction: two eggs, a pinch of garam masala, a pinch of cumin, a pinch of red pepper, a pinch of cardamon, a russet potato mashed in, and some pecorino romano to top. We've included a picture below and one thing I must do before this adventure is out is improve my photography skills. A close second is learning to speak Indian biker bar lingo because apparently I missed the conversation or joke at lunch.
