I popped in alone one evening after work, having made it halfway through my long walk to the station and decided that I was feeling tired, faint and ready for emergency not-cooked-by-me food.
I can only give a very limited review, having just had tap water, a vegetable biryani and a masala tea, but I really enjoyed my meal. The biryani was very savoury and nommable, the water cold, the tea softly spicy, and the service faultless.
I can well imagine that there would be a different atmosphere on a Friday or Saturday night, as observed by Tom E, but I was left in peace to read my book, and my fellow diners were well behaved. A couple of groups that left at theatre time and several pairs of what looked like friends catching up over post-work dinner. All rather civilised. Flowers and a candle on each table, pristine white walls and regal purple and gilt chairs.
It's true that this could be a curry house anywhere, and that the menu isn't going to blow your mind, but this is one I'd go to again. I think the prices are a tad inflated because of the location, but still not bad.
The food was really nice I think:
BUT: Maybe it was my fault, but we could not find the rice on the menu and ended up paying 10 quid for rice. In total we paid 45 for two kormas, nan bread and 2 beers. Horrendously expensive and the portions were tiny.
And when I refused to pay the sevice charge of 12.5% the waiter refused.
Never going back again.
Average food and quite expensive. You have order rice separately and an additional service charge of 12.5p is added on the bill. I didn't like the way they try to trick ppl into the restaurant. I would not recommend this anyone.
One of countless bad curry houses in Covent Garden, Royals' only saving grace is that it is more affordable and more accessible than the numerous 'theatre menu' places around here.
Until about 8.30 pm Royals survives on a steady stream of tourists who find themselves hungry in rip-off Covent Garden and decide that curry is the English food that they need to try at some point. After 8.30 pm the clientele is groups of lads out on the lash, obviously drunk and soon to be heading over to Leicester Sq chav megaclubs or the tragicomedy that is Stringfellows. I know this because I was in one of these groups last Sat night, but we were fortunate enough to have taste in afterhours entertainment.
Everything is same-same with the menu, the food and the beers. Kingfisher, poppadoms, naan, pilua and bhuna. You could be in one of ten thousand places across the country, but without the local charm or even the diversions of chefs recommendations and specials. It is what it is. Curry with the boys.
Staff here are a mixture of pushy, apologetic and tolerant. I guess they actually deserve an award given the dealings they have to deal with... foreigner who speak little understandable english, drunk englishmen who speak little understandable english. The two stars are for them.
The food is inspired by the decor which is beige and unispiring. Not actually offensive, but not very good either. Bland touristy psuedo Indian food that shouldn't really be consumed unless every other restaurant in the area is unaccountably full.
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