Michelin-starred Amaya in Halkin Arcade, Belgravia, London is simply my fave Indian restaurant anywhere, tipped to us by Andrea's dad years ago after he read about it and sent me a clipping. This night, we toasted Paul Ullman and my dad, Joaquin Ogarrio, who tried in vain to get our family to try Indian when I was a teenager.
Customer relationship management: Amaya reservations recognized my mobile number when I made our booking "because you ate with us last in September 2009... Now, is your email address still [email protected]?"
"Sorry, no!"
And the food? Well, the tastes (rose-scented chicken tikka, anyone?) match the magical presentation in the images below. Funny, a nervous server spilled a dish of potatoes on our table and the manager immediately mentioned (cheekily) that the poor lad would be sacked that evening.
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