There are several Indian restaurants in Manila and Kashmir is the oldest one. It’s been around since 1976 and that can be considered a miracle in Manila’s fickle restaurant scene. It’s also unbelievable that it’s the first time for many of us to eat there that night. Good thing Deb had been going to Kashmir since the late 80s and she ordered the food for us. She did an excellent job if I may say so.
Instead of plain peanuts they served an Indian spiced “trail mix” made of peanuts, potato chips, fried noodle bits and raisins. It was salty, spicy, crunchy and totally addicting. We kept asking for refills and only stopped munching when the food came out.
The lamb or mutton stew was my favorite dish of the night. It was fork tender and mildly spiced. A piece of lamb and the sauce was enough for at least half a cup of biryani rice.
rogan josh kashmiri P450
This was the Indian equivalent of the Greek moussaka or the Italian eggplant parmigiana. Considering I don’t like eggplant this was very, very good. It must be all that gooey cheese on top and the assertive spices used on the eggplant that made this a big hit with all of us.
baingan ke tikka P300
Eating at Kashmir was an exciting adventure for our palates. The food ranged from mildly spiced to extra hot. And that meant rice, rice and more rice. But who’s complaining, right? As long as we’re happy and you can see we truly were.