Halfway through however, my body still in starvation mode, I knew I’d need more. Despite there only being three, they were wonderfully thick lamb chops, that were succulent and tender through and through. The spicy lamb chops came in a helping of three, (and I think one or two more would’ve made me a little happier) garnished with a handful of pomegranates. As a result, it possessed a fairly neutral flavour, with a subtle tang and a slight sour touch, accompanied by sudden, aromatic bursts of fennel whenever one of the seeds was broken into. The mango and fennel lassi I ordered to accompany my food was fairly thick, with a subtle, neutral sweetness to it, but dominance was taken more so by the yoghurt than the mango. I didn’t of course, because I’m a nice human being who likes sharing. They were so addictive that part of me wanted to pin my friend’s hand to the table with a fork or “accidentally” drop the overhanging lamp onto his head and temporarily knock him out cold. Consisting of large, well-cooked, spicy prawns, lightly covered in batter and served with a tamarind and date sauce, they were bursting with flavour, a perfect blend of sweet and spicy. The prawn koliwada greeted me on my second visit. The gunpowder potatoes meanwhile, are aptly named, straight from the grill with a wonderful smokey essence that is enhanced by the herbs and spices they’re covered in. The garlic naan was soft and warm (at least for a while), but I felt it needed a stronger hint of garlic. The lamb was soft, crumbly, and tender, and had a beautiful flavour to it with the hints of chilli, garlic and pickle escaping from the meat, which made it slightly addictive to say the least. The lamb raan consisted of a leg of lamb that had been pulled, with the lamb pieces covering the bone from which it came. I myself ordered a mango and fennel lassi, prawn koliwada, spicy lamb chops, chicken tikka, gunpowder potatoes, garlic naan, black dhaal, and finished it off with the guju chocolate mousse. I have no shame in saying that my friends and I sampled more or less half of the menu, and left for home in a combination of utter satisfaction and moderate pain. On my second visit, which was during the “soft launch” of the Kings Cross branch, I annihilated both the restaurant and my stomach. The first time I ventured into Dishoom’s Shoreditch branch, perhaps a year ago, I ordered Lamb raan with garlic naan (the rhyming still amuses me to this day), and gunpowder potatoes, finished off with a house chai. The chicken and the lamb here is halal, and is cooked and handled separately to any non-halal dishes (i.e pork). Given Dishoom’s consistency, these scores most likely apply to the Covent Garden branch as well. This review is primarily based on the Kings Cross branch, (which is my favourite of the three), but also includes the Shoreditch and Carnaby branches. There are branches in Covent Garden, Shoreditch, Kings Cross, and now, Carnaby, the latter three being the branches I have visited. It’s also the name of what is one of my favourite Indian restaurants. Dishoom! For anyone who’s ever had the misfortune of sitting down to watch a Bollywood film, only to reach the end and realise that their hair has turned grey, their children have grown up and left home, and their pet cat has fossilised, you’ll know that “Dishoom” is the predominant sound you hear as the lone hero clobbers 3,000 villains in a feat of Super-Indian strength.