- 整體 5
- 食物 5
- 服務 5
- 氛圍 5
Phlip Roth once wrote this: "Words, being words, only approximate the real thing." That quote came back to me as I struggled to find the right words to describe dinner at Indian Accent. Words cannot do justice to the obviously thougtful and creative cooking that emerges, trailing the most tantalizing scents, from the kitchen as the dishes are expertly placed just so on one's table, to the fllod-the-zone (but quietly and without display) approach to service, or to the entire sensory experience of dining in an exquisitely understated space.
But the one word that keeps coming back to me is--balance: the perfect balance of spices in each dish, especially the roasted lamb (so perfectly served in a purpose-built bento box with hot roti and four sauces) or the arbi shaami, with the heat underneath an impossible combination of sweet and savory tastes; and the eually perfect balance of flawless table service (one need not ever even raise a finger) without cloying attentiveness. Not to ignore the any of the other knock-your-socks off (but softly so) dishes that rounded out a not-to-be forgotten experience--the pulled pork or pulled jackfruit starters, the prawns, literally bursting with flavor, the dal with garlic so sweet it could have been dessert, or the magical baby potatoes.
One does not eat at Indian Accent, one dines--and leissurely, but perfectly paced. Two hours goes by and time also stands incredibly still. To say that it is an experience not to be missed is, to return to Mr. Roth, wholly inadequate to describe that experience. It must be had to be fully understood and appreciated.