Here’s the surprise: It’s some of the best I’ve had anywhere in the United States, including New York and Los Angeles. We’ve been eating at a new place called Sankalp that has specialties from southern Indian in addition to the more common northern fare. These include dhosas made with rice flour, to be dipped in a soupy lentil gravy that’s delicious. The tandoori chicken and vegetable palao are also very good. At another one of our favorite Indian restaurants, Baba India, the spicy saag paneer (chopped spinach with cheese cubes) is absolutely to die for.
At Sankalp, we are sometimes the only non-Indian customers in the place, which is a stark contrast to the local Mexican restaurants, where we almost never see Latino customers. And that, I think, is the reason that Indian places here serve terrific, spicy, authentic food, and the Mexican establishments don’t. Latinos in this metro area are scarce, while Indians are much more common — drawn over the years, I’ve been told, by the demand for IT personnel at the many corporate headquarters here. These folks long for an authentic taste of home, and restaurants not only cater to them but compete with each other to serve the best food. Any restaurants that don’t measure up simply don’t survive.
As an aside that also illustrates my general point, Mrs. SR013 and I stopped recently in Cave City, Kentucky, a very small, rural crossroads just off a major freeway, and went to a Mexican restaurant that was virtually the only alternative there to the usual fast-food stands. Hello-o! The food was really good! The chips were freshly made; the refried beans were delicious; the chile relleno was better than many I’ve had in Los Angeles. About halfway through our meal, a group of four Latino men in dusty work clothes came in and sat down. Hmmm…..