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The results if anyone gives a hoot..
Friday dinner. Baba's Palace.
Chicken Makhani, 2 samosa, naan, paratha.
So, after I ordered this, and the counterman gave the order into the kitchen via microphone, two very angry kitchen folk appeared with a metal tray and showed the counterman up close that they were out of chicken makhani. They said this was the last order, no more. They then asked if he understood what they were saying. Now, I've never gotten chicken makhani from Baba Palace before. This is what I got. Shredded chicken with some spices in half and half. The sauce was not reduced. It was thin, watery, runny. My assumption is that I got some chicken tikka picked off the bone, and covered with half and half. The sauce had no real flavor to it. Naan was stellar, paratha, run of the mill. But the samosa I had there on Friday night was probably the best I've ever had. Obviously homemade - which is why I got two when I saw them. These were tender crusted, pillows of heaven IMO. The filling had just the right amt of salt, and a decent kick. Far too many samosas I've had are little frickin salt bombs with crust you just basically try to avoid after the first few bites. Not these. Maybe I'm a samosa rube, but I tell you what, the things I had here on Friday night were the bees knees.
Day 2, Saturday lunch.
I'm a therapy type food person. Meaning, if I go somewhere and have a bad experience, I gotta go somewere else and get the same thing to satisfy my palate. Therapy. So guess where I wound up for my Indian food therapy?
Baba Palace. Again.
HAH!!
So, at least I tried the place a block north that starts with a Z. Zaida? Anyway, I struggled the stroller up those steps, walked in, and took a peak at the steam trays. There were probably 6 or so trays set up. I recognized one of them as having chickpeas and potatoes in some sort of gravy, and the others, I had no clue. None. Some had bones, some were ground meat. It was grimey, dank, newspapers strewn about, a few booths with red vinyl. No menu board (nor any menu in plain view behind the counter.) This place made the small Hyderbaad House on the south side of Devon look like Spiaggia. I turned around and headed back to Baba Palace after a few moments of trying to identify any of the foodstuffs on offer while the counterwoman watched me with no offer of help at all.
No biggie. At least I could say I've tried Baba P twice, and I knew they offered a combo plate type deal, and also, I would not be displeased with a samosa at the very least. I was also pretty darn hungry, so I figured no matter what, It would be at the very least, OK. Sound reasoning in my book.
Jr and I walked in. Looked at the menu again for a sec, and I knew I was gonna go with chili chicken or chicken nehari. Wondering if the nehari was going to be a bad cornstarch laden goo, I went with chili chicken which as stated in their menu was "boneless pieces of chicken cooked with lots of chilies, and green peppers," a side of rice, one naan, a samosa, and a drink.
9.50.
What showed up was some really decent rice, naan, a samosa, my drink, and small plate with chicken with a few onion slivers mixed in. Ok, so, I took a bite. No heat. Another bite. NO heat. NONE. No Sauce. NONE. Not a hint of some kind of sambal. None. I took the plate up to the counter.
"Is this chili chicken?"
"No, Frontier Chicken."
"I DID ask for Chili Chicken, yes?"
"Yes."
"I'd really prefer chili chicken to this"
"Ok, leave plate here, we bring chili chicken"
I took my seat again, and 8 seconds later, the food runner appeared again. "chili chicken, sir."
It was the same plate of frontier chicken I had with a generous sprinkling of red pepper flakes over the top.
I was livid. Back to the counter.
"Is this how Baba Palace makes chili chicken? Sprinkle pepper flakes on top of an order of frontier chicken?"
A cook appeared.
"Is this how you make chili chicken?"
"Yes, chili chicken."
"And both of you are not ashamed?
Neither understood.
The samosa / naan were pretty good again.
So, just in case you were wondering about the chili chicken at Baba Palace, it's dry with a yellow tinge, cooked with onions, and is not spicy in the least. It also has no green peppers as described on the menu.
So, in my findings after 2 visits, Baba Palace, IMO has stellar samosas, but the entrees are pretty much amateur hour. Like,
severely amateur hour.
From what I was served both times, I can say that anyone who thinks these 6.95 "complete meals" are anything remotely good, if you're ever in Lombard, a lunch box from
this joint will undoubtedly blow your mind. Just keep that in mind if you're ever out that way.
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