The Bargain Bhaji

Eat more, pay less at Taj and Little India

London in the mid-1980s was a crash course in East Asian culture for a girl like me. The universe was Thatcherite; the city reeled under economic stagflation, an AIDS crisis, and a resurgence of neo-Nazi extremism. But there was one bright side: Every corner minimart had a pile of samosas and bhaji on its front counter; you could eat for pennies. A young Indian housewife named Perween Warsi had started making curries and dals at her kitchen table with a bevy of friends, a business she eventually parlayed into a contract with Safeway and a multimillion-dollar company (she´s now the richest Asian woman in Britain, with a CBE from the Queen). As long as you knew how to heat up the plug-in electric burner and the toaster oven provided in your closet-sized, hideously expensive ¨bed-sit,¨ you could pick up, for a dollar or two, a frozen vacu-sealed bag of mung beans or black-eyed pea dal, a mixed-vegetable curry, and a bag of chapatis and you´d have a meal fit for a Mughal.

You couldn´t walk a block in North London without finding a Punjabi restaurant or a poster for Hanif Kurashi´s latest gay-Paki film, My Beautiful Laundrette (the ´80s cultural equivalent of Zadie Smith´s White Teeth). I learned to love the rustic, spicy, gloriously fattening comfort foods incorporating exotic ingredients I´d never heard of: jaggery, ghee, garam masala, asafoetida, fenugreek, lassi drinks laced with cumin and black salt (which, inexplicably, was actually pink). When I came home to the States a few years later, I´d had enough of the terrible weather, the pub bombings, the street grime, the grotesque housing prices. But I really missed Indian food.

In one way or another, I´ve been looking for it ever since, and the Hindu-Sikh celebration of Diwali this month seemed like a good opportunity for exploration. Indian restaurants and groceries in my neighborhood have come and gone — the spice shop on Dixie Highway where I used to buy my turmeric has morphed into yet another Cuban sandwich bar. If I have to drive 30 minutes for my fix of rogan josh, such is my fate.

Joe Rocco

Location Info

Map

Restaurant Taj

201 Southeast 15th Terrace
Deerfield Beach, FL 33441

Category: Restaurant > Indian

Region: Deerfield Beach

Details

Taj: Buffet lunch daily from 11:30 a.m. till 2:30 p.m. Call 954-427-0423.Little India: Buffet lunch daily from 11:30 a.m. till 3 p.m. Dinner 5 to 10:30 p.m. Call 954-741-7570.
Taj: 201 SE 15th Ter., Deerfield Beach./Little India: 8344 W. Oakland Park Blvd., Sunrise.

Related Stories

More About

¨Indian¨ cuisine around here generally means Punjabi with a dash of Bengali; that´s like saying American cooking consists of fried chicken, okra, and pecan pie. You won´t find many South Indian dosas on local menus, the pork and duck of Goa, or the pink rice, banana leaves and complex fish dishes of the coasts. Even so, I´m partial to the buffet lunch at Taj in Deerfield Beach that features a lineup of the old Punjab-Bengali standbys, because you can sample so many different dishes for just $8.95. On a recent Tuesday afternoon, I filled two plates: sag paneer of spinach and homemade cheese; the creamy spiced peas and potatoes called alu matar; eggplant bharta; vegetable korma with cream, tomatoes, and raisins; channa masala; three kinds of chicken; onion bhaji doused in more cream and yogurt sauce; sweet pickled potatoes, coleslaw, and yogurt-cucumber dahi raitha; and a katchumbar salad of spiced onions, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Plus fruit chutney, hot sauce, and the intensely salty pickled vegetables whose flavor sends me reeling back to my old Highgate bed-sitter, like an East-Asian version of Proust´s madeleine. As if all this weren´t bang enough for your buck, you also get a big basket of bread hot off the griddle — dense, smoky naan lightly blackened on the outside and two wonderful puffballs of fried poori. For dessert, that mouthful of milk and honey called gulab jamon and a dish of pure, cool delectability — rice pudding with slivered almonds and pistachios.

You´d pay several hundred dollars with a passel of guests to get this much variety at dinner. So when you go to Taj for an evening meal, you must make decisions. We tried to, over a plate of crispy lentil papadam, stimulating and peppery, with a dish of pungent, sulfurous onion chutney; we dithered; we backtracked; we changed our minds and finally gave up in defeat. Our waiter, though, wasn´t so irresolute; he insisted we have the saag chicken ($13.95) and lamb bhuna ($13.95), the Taj special appetizer ($8.95), some garlic naan ($1.95), and an onion kulcha ($2.95) stuffed with onions and coriander and baked in the tandoor oven. We sank back into our leatherette booth, beneath the elephant-god Ganesh statue and the carved wooden screens, passive and grateful.

Taj´s food is so delicious that the memory of it makes my toes curl. Onion bhajis ($3.95) come out of the fryer meltingly soft and greaseless; they dissolve in your mouth. The special appetizer plate offers luscious, warm mini-samosas stuffed with potatoes and peas; fragrant chunks of chicken tikka; and a seekh kebab made from minced pressed ground beef laced with herbs.

There´s no better way to mop up a sauce made from fresh tomatoes, green peppers, onions, and the remnants of perfectly cooked chunks of tender lamb than with a piece of Taj´s chewy onion kulcha, a bread baked on the hot tandoor walls. Every dish I´ve sampled here is unique and intensely aromatic, with a mixture of spices unlike any of its neighbors. Colors and textures vary from the odd, sweet, brilliantly red pickled potatoes served at the lunch buffet to the dense brown blanket of the mashed eggplant bharta ($9.95); the soulful green gravy of buttery spinach and cheese saag paneer ($9.95); the butter and cream-colored chicken korma ($13.95) studded with raisins and almonds; or the bright-pink-yogurt-infused, fall-off-the-bone tandoori chicken pieces ($12.95). Taj´s channa masala ($8.95), like so many Indian dishes, manages to be both head-clearingly spicy and still intensely comforting.

1
 
2
 
All
 
Next Page »
 
My Voice Nation Help
0 comments
 
Loading...