I live in New Malden, where I am a best selling artist, which means I am always spoilt for choice for Korean restaurants. Sadly when I visit my friends in Sutton there are relatively few South (or North!) Korean restaurants, meaning I oftentimes seek something in the same 'neck of the woods'.
Thus it was that I was drawn to Indiya Indiya, having already dismissed the local Pakistani cafe when I saw rats running across the floor and a man burning his hand in the deep fat fryer.
When I entered Indiya Indiya I was curtly but efficiently welcomed by Signor Raj who who directed me, and my friend - a best-selling horror journalist - to our table for the evening.
Having delivered the traditional clarion call of "pup-a-dom?", I responded in the negative before ordering clams 'a la Dehli' and then a prawn 'boon-arr'. All was going well until I requested the bill, at which point I felt movement in my bowels which indicated a swift visit to the bathroom was required.
Sadly the toilet in Indiya Indiya has neither a window nor adequate ventilation, meaning that one 'Boon-arr' related trip to the lavatory is sufficient to send the restaurant into the Health and Safety 'danger' zone. Thus it was that my return from the conveniences led to a swift exit from the restaurant and a call to the Fire Brigade, police and environmental health services.
All in all, a less than satisfactory - and somewhat embarrassing - evening. read more