You’d think we’re in bad luck staying in Gold Coast one rainy, gloomy day. Turned out a day in the hotel wasn’t so bad. T’was a downpour, chilly as it was wet. We decided NOT to risk getting sick except to cross the street to check out the Indian Restaurant “Tandoori King” across Crowne Plaza Gold Tower. As in right across!
My sister and I woke up early to a beautiful dawn. The dark clouds an omen of a very wet day then. We made our coffee and feasted on some baked pastries. The balcony scene looked incomplete. After all, who’d dare go surfing in this weather? The beach is empty and only the sound of waves lapping the shore reminds you you’re near the waters. Most guests in the hotel got ready for breakfast in the lobby cafe before hailing a cab to take them to the Gold Coast Convention Center. My sister and I decided to spend more time on bed.
Until we spotted Tandoori King across the street, viewed from the corridor leading to our hotel door. We put on warm clothes, donned some head scarves, took the lift down and crossed the street. No, we didn’t use the pedestrian crossing. Feeling juvenile, these seniors broke the law and jaywalked! But the resto won’t open till 12 noon. So we stayed awhile and nearly froze waiting at the nearby tram station.
And so you ask “How did our lunch turn out?” A resounding YUM! It was a cold day — perfect for a slightly spicy Indian lunch. Our Pappadum Platter was a hit. Paired with raita (yogurt with cucumber), mixed pickle and mango chutney. My sister and I reminisced over our last Indian meal back home (in Kashmir). We ordered the hot and spicy Beef Vindaloo — stewed in tomato and cumin sauce. And the butter chicken — chicken simmered in a smooth ginger, tomato and cream sauce. Super like!
The photos don’t do justice to this sumptuous Indian meal. It helps that it was a chilly day to indulge in spicy dishes like the Vindaloo with heaps of steaming basmati rice. And it was fitting to end the meal with the very sweet Gulaab Jamun — that milk solids, sugar and yogurt concoction that’s served as traditional Indian dessert. (Sorry, no photos. The mouth’s reaction was quicker than the photographer’s fingers). Yum. We’re hooked!
And yes, we asked for a takeout bag and ordered some roti to finish off what’s left back in our hotel room. Yum, a second time.