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It’s the most wonderful time of
the year! And no, we’re not talking about Christmas. Not Hanukkah
either. Not even Festivas. We’re talking about Round 1 of the
NHL Playoffs. All hockey. All the time, for the next 10 days. Tonight
is opening night and both Edmonton and Calgary are in action. Very
few of the Indian restaurants in the city are good places to watch
hockey (unless maybe you’re talking about field hockey) so we
had to get take out.
Prime Tandoori House and Pizza is tucked away
in Bridgeland, amongst the Italian restaurants of Little Italy. It’s
on Edmonton Trail next to the neighborhood cult favorite, Diner
Deluxe. As Ren was getting off of work, I walked in to place our take-out
order. Few, if any, Indian restaurants have quality hardwood flooring.
This may be the exception. It was like walking into my own house. There
were only two or three tables and it looked like they had just moved
in. In actual fact, they have been in business for 16 months.
“Chutney”, the owner of the place
took my order. He is of Arabic decent and I can only assume that this
is not his real name. That being said, if he was of Indian decent,
I would likely come to this same assumption. “Chutney”,
while being a tasty topping to many things, is a poor choice for a
name in any culture. Although, I’m sure Gwenyth Paltrow and Chris
Martin of Coldplay probably will consider it at some point. The meal
was ready for pick up within 20 minutes and was steaming hot even after
transport back to Ren’s house in Tuscany.
 I had the Chicken Desi.
This is a phenomenal dish. Spicy enough to get the taste bud dancing
but not repulsively hot like vindaloo. Very similar to Chicken Madras
in terms of temperature but with larger pieces of green chili in the
mix. This dish is a keeper and is reason enough to eat at Prime Tandoori
again. The naan was also done to perfection. We were mildly confused
however, at the packaging of the rice. Any restauranteer can tell you
that the appropriate takeout container for rice is a Styrofoam bowl.
Not the clear plastic bag we were provided with. Grapes yes. Steaming
hot rice, no. I felt like a refugee eating rice out of a bag. And having
been a refugee once, this did little for my self-confidence.
We also had
some fish pakoras for an appetizer. They were too spongyform for my liking
and basically appeared to be deep fried cod tongues stained with tandoori
chicken sauce. I would not recommend them.
We devoured our food while
waiting for CBC to show the double overtime in the Edmonton – Detroit game, only
to be preempted by the network, who felt it was more important to show
the first period of Calgary vs Anaheim. Bastards. After that, we drank
6 beers and a bottle of wine each. Ren simultaneously coma’d
out in his bed and puked on his cat and girlfriend. Classy.
I give Prime’s
Tandoori House and Pizza, 8 Elephantitis feet out of 10, mostly on the
strength of its flooring and Chicken Desi.
Not at the Restaurant
- Incarcerated St Louis Blues forward, Mike Danton
- Former flyers goalie, Pelle Lindberg
- Howie Meeker (inventor of the telestrator)
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