Mirch Masala


Mirch Masala
Mirch Masala- Leicester
Where: Mirch Masala pure vegetarian restaurant in Leicester
(that’s lacto-vegetarian, although they also serve vegan and
no onions/no garlic dishes)
When: Late lunch today
With Whom: My dear parents
Value for money: 7/10. You get a heck of a lot for what you
pay for
Menu Choice: The restaurant prides itself on offering a wide
selection of international dishes including those from; India,
Italy, China and Mexico
Okay, so today we went to Mirch Masala for some serious
eats. I was starving (as per usual, I could have eaten a
horse… HA! Just a little vegetarian joke for ya there! I’ll
shut up now). We were greeted by a nice young chap who
promptly showed us to our table. The restaurant was buzzing,
especially for a Sunday afternoon (partially due to the large
number of people doing their Diwali shopping nearby on
Belgrave Road). My dad decided on the Vegetarian Hot
(surprise surprise) Pizza Platter which consists of one
7inch pizza, fries and awesome eggless coleslaw. After much
deliberation my mum also opted for the pizza platter (it IS
excellent value for money at £6.95-7.25) however she decided
that today was not a spicy day and got the regular veggie
pizza. As for me, I could NOT physically bring myself to
choose what to order. The eclectic range of dishes was proved
to be counterproductive (sometimes I just wish restaurants
would give me a simplified menu of maybe 10 dishes. It would
really make things much easier). My dad was, as he says ‘not
best pleased with my performance’ when I said I didn’t
know what I wanted. It was a horrible dilemma.
My brain: Paneer Uttapam? Or Deluxe Samosa Chaat?
Uttapam? Or Deluxe Samosa Chaat? Paneer Uttapam? Or
Samosa Chaat? Paneer Uttapam? Or Deluxe Samosa Chaat?
Uttapam? Or Deluxe Samosa Chaat? Paneer Uttapam? Or
Samosa Chaat? Paneer Uttapam? Or Deluxe Samosa Chaat?
Like seriously?
*Waiter: waiting* (oh how very ironic)
*Dad: glaring*
*Me: blank*
*Waiter: still waiting*
Mum: Do you want something South Indian?
*Dad: glaring more*
*Waiter: looking confused*
Me: uhh, I’ll have mutter paneer and a plain paratha
Waiter: Plain naan?
Me: Paratha.
Waiter: Yes. Naan?
Waiter: You want something to drink?
All of us: TAP WATER (Indian custom. It’s free… Ha.)
Dad: Falooda. One falooda for her *points at me*
Me: HUH?!
(N.B: Falooda is an Indian ‘milkshake’ made with rose syrup,
vermicelli noodles, ice cream and tukmaria- edible vegetable
seeds). It is notorious for its extreme sweetness.
Dad: Oh, and a mogo sizzler!
So as we waited for our food I decided I
‘review’ (It’s more of an ‘experience’ than
I sat thinking how I would try to covertly
the food in a way which wouldn’t make me
Time up. Here comes the Falooda
would write this
a ‘review’, huh?)
take pictures of
look like a food
Who put frogspawn in my falooda?! Oh… that’s the tukmaria. My
And the Mogo (Cassava) Sizzler
NomNomNomNomNom… Sizzle-y
And the Mutter Panner and Naan. I mean Paratha.
And the Pizza Platter
I WANT BIG DINNERS! *Gobble, gobble, gobble*
Truthfully my paratha was a little too chapatti-like for me,
although the mutter paneer was lovely and mild. Or as my dad
calls it: ‘too creamy’.
I’m not gonna lie, the portion sizes are HUGE as you can see.
But the value for money is excellent. We waited around fifteen
minutes for the food to arrive at the table which isn’t too
bad. I ended up taking half of my mutter paneer home in a
‘doggy bag’ (so much for eating a horse. I’m gonna blame the
falooda for being so goddamn sweet, rich and delicious!) Or I
could blame the little boy on the next table shouting ‘I WANT
CHICKEN MUMMY!’ He put me off. Honest.
I did keep the receipt for reference to write this but I
regret to inform you lovely people that SOMEONE threw it in
the bin ‘by accident’. But, for the first time my usually
short-term memory has not failed me and I remember that the
bill for everything came to around £28 for the three of us.
Not bad at all. All hail tap water!