Dining Out

Karl Wells

 

Taj Mahal

203 Water Street

Ph. 576-5500

 

I loved the chairs. They were well built, classically stylish - Queen Anne - and thoroughly comfy despite tired upholstery. Without a doubt, Taj Mahal’s chairs were the most comfortable restaurant chairs I’ve rested my bones on for a long, long time. It’s amazing how I calmed in the knowledge that my perch was not going to suddenly go flying out from underneath me. I’m not being silly here. I’ve been in more than a few St. John’s restaurants where the seating was either rickety or felt like metal fatigue might take out another innocent victim any second.

 

Feeling settled and secure I spent a few minutes observing the room. It was long and narrow with an alcove off to one side at the back. Also at the back was a viewing room where patrons were able to see Kuldeep, the chef, cooking meats and breads in a tandoor - Indian oven. I couldn’t help thinking of how much the space had changed since the days of The Fishing Admiral, when performers like Sneezy Waters and K.D. Lang performed exactly where the tandoor was standing.

 

There was a group of window tables at front and a long line of tables stretching through the centre of the restaurant to the back. The walls and ceilings were covered in a variety of materials or none in areas that featured exposed brick. On one section of wall and carried across a section of ceiling was painted paneling that looked like cladding from a recreational vehicle. Several mixed media pictures were hung around the restaurant, all with black backgrounds meant to enhance the images of Indian characters and elephants, all dressed in rainbow colours, bangles and various other adornments. Much of the décor looked tired, not matched and dated to me. As well, a lick of new paint seemed in order. 

 

Server, Mona, was far too young to remember the days of Sneezy and K.D. I suspected the only music she had heard inside the place was the type playing during my visit, very soothing Indian music. A haunting female voice stood out for its emotional commitment. Mona stood out for her gregarious manner; her obvious knowledge of the menu and her commitment to making sure the customers enjoyed their dining experience.

 

We began with pappadums made with chickpea flour. They’re like giant potato chips. In this case they were so light I would not have been surprised if a few had floated upward out of the basket. My companion and I enjoyed them with some delicious mango chutney. It was sweet and slightly tart with a somewhat grainy texture from very tiny fragments of mango.

 

The Indian breads at Taj Mahal were everything I had hoped for, exquisitely fresh and aromatic. Any time you have the opportunity to be served bread straight from an oven, my advice is, “go for it.” The roti - made with whole-wheat flour - was heavier and more flavourful than the naan, however both were very good.

 

Tandoori prawns came to our table sizzling and steaming, too hot to eat without blowing on them several times. Cooked on skewers with pieces of fresh tomato they, like the tomato, had acquired the wonderful smoky flavours of the tandoor. I bit into the milky white flesh with relish. The simplicity of this dish appealed to me. No oil was used, just the prawns and tomato, spiced with red pepper and turmeric.

 

Taj Mahal’s butter chicken was the best butter chicken I have ever tasted. The fire engine red dish was redolent of butter and contained deep, complex flavours. The sauce had the capability of producing euphoria even in the most finicky eater. The aroma alone from this red velvet concoction was worth the $13.95 price. Try it. You’ll love it.

 

The chana-masala was a pleasant surprise. I like chickpeas but I never expect much from them. But, like tofu, which can be so cleverly used in vegetarian cooking, Taj Mahal and Chef Kuldeep had worked wonders. Apart from the flavour of tomato and earthy chickpeas, the dish was made somewhat exotic by a large dash of cumin. The addition of red pepper also made a lingering impression.

 

Mona wisely suggested the lamb kadhai. It became another instant hit with me. Small portions of lamb rested in a thick fruity, tomato sauce punctuated with Karachi spices, ginger and green peppers. The bold, mature flavours carried a definite lamb taste at the front.

 

Taj Mahal’s chicken biryani was quite tasty as well. It was a wonderful, rib sticking combination of basmati rice, chicken, green peas, raisins and hard cooked eggs. It would have made a great lunch all on its own.

 

More basmati rice came at the conclusion of the meal, Indian rice pudding. Served cold it was a fragrant and refreshing dish. The rice grains maintained their integrity, providing lots of texture, as they swam in the cold thick milk.

 

If you’re craving something sweet to end your meal but can’t handle more food, try Taj Mahal’s masala tea. It’s hot, sweet, creamy and spiced. To me it was like comfort food in liquid form.

 

Taj Mahal was closed for about a year and many thought that was the end of it. The owners, the doctors Kamra, had been searching for a new chef. Eventually they found Kuldeep in India and brought him back here to work his culinary wonders in Canada. I hope and pray he likes it here. I cannot imagine what St. John’s would be like without Kuldeep’s butter chicken.

 

Our meal - including plenty of leftovers to take home, a bottle of Molina Reserva and tip - cost $148.80. However, it’s not a problem for a couple to have dinner at Taj Mahal for under $100.

 

You might want to try their less expensive lunchtime buffet, Monday to Friday, 11:30 am to 2:00 pm.

 

Taj Mahal was not wheelchair accessible. The noise level was moderate.

 

Best Points:

Excellent food.

 

Areas for Improvement:

Consult a good interior decorator.

 

Ratings Category:

Taj Mahal gets 8.5 points out of 10.