Aktar Islam popping up on the telly here and there. But my natural aversion to both tasting menus and the idea of posh Indians made me hesitate.
If I were nipping to Birmingham shouldn’t I be sticking my face in a sizzling balti?But here I was: some 10 courses laying in wait at Opheem, and in through the heavy, dark grey front doors and I was ushered into a dimly lit bar.
A delicious glass of viognier swiftly brought and along came some little snacks, like so many glistening pebbles revealed by a retreating ocean as a quiet warning of the tsunami to follow.There were four of them: clever, dainty little one-bite jobbies that hinted at the liberties Islam takes with his Indian heritage.
Among them smoked eel mixed with a light korma sauce, held in a crisp funnel of potato, topped with caviar. As I savoured the delightful texture of smoked eel gently nurtured to new cultural heights with the korma, I pondered Aktar Islam, the usurper.
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