I have this theory about Indian restaurants.
It may be a Yorkshire thing, or maybe even just a Bradford or Leeds thing, or perhaps its just me, but I reckon you can judge the quality of an Indian restaurant through a combination of how good their breads are and whether or not you get a fork.
The best have astonishing breads, and might reluctantly give you a spoon to serve your curry with, if you ask nicely, but they expect you to eat it with your hands, scooping mouthfuls of curry up with a torn piece of naan or chapatti.
There might be cutlery on the table in the posher places, defined really as anywhere that uses tablecloths upwards, but it normally goes unused by the well initiated, and is often viewed with a combination of scorn and pity.
I’ll be blunt here – knives and forks don’t really go with Asian food … it’s too tactile, too earthy, too steeped in a different culinary culture to make them worth using much at all. Cutlery and curry just doesn’t feel right.
Flatbreads like a naan or chapatti make better eating utensils, anyway, and they add to the dish, taking the edge off some of the heat of a curry and adding bulk and substance to a meal, and it’s often the bread I enjoy most about an Indian meal.
Most breads are simple and unleavened, but other types have a little yeast or are partly fermented using yoghurt. There’s nothing like a naan, soft with parts stretched thin and charred, covered in ghee and garlic, but sometimes some of the other, less usual breads make a good change.
This fermented flatbread – a bathura – is great. It’s got a peppery bite and a slightly sour, yoghurt undertone, and it’s surprisingly hard to stop eating once you’ve started. It goes perfectly with any type of Indian meal, but it goes particularly well with vegetarian dishes, like the chole I made last week.
