The Tamil Prince, London N1: 'In short, it's just brilliant' - restaurant review | Grace Dent on restaurants
Ah, The Tamil Prince: Here is the rise of the pub which is no longer a pub, but rather a pub-like restaurant that serves beer. We will see many of these in the years to come. The British have not fallen in love with the sights, sounds or shapes of their people, but aimless booze has certainly lost a place in our lives. "Eating is cheating" was the war cry of the barfly of the 1990s, which seems so oddly debauched today, when eating is the glue that binds us together and now, more than ever, cooking profits hold with the light on.
At Tamil Prince (formerly The Cuckoo), the bar is still intact and serves pints of, among others, Purity, Harbor and Lucky Saint without alcohol, but they've painted the place a glorious, comforting shade of Farrow & Ball Studio Green, and transformed it into a rather sleek, unofficial South Indian reincarnation of the Roti King, a restaurant of highly admired Malaysian/Singaporean street. Prince Durairaj, the former executive chef of Roti King, is now creating a joyous vibe halfway down the Caledonian route, offering flaky, soft and succulent rotis that are heavenly proof that God's chosen carb is bread. /p> 
If you've never heard of Roti King, his life began in a basement across from a side entrance to Euston station and has since spread its toes into other food outlets and lobbies across London, and this no-frills cafe has long been a favorite of food obsessives, commuters and hungry students So much so that it's hugely oversubscribed, dangerously addictive and the queue starts building at 11am every morning I'm known, after a month in the spice-starved Lake District, for leaving the west coast of Avanti, dragging my suitcase from Pier 13 and joining the wait for a restorative roti canai.
Durai Raj, who hails from Tamil Nadu, has found a more distinguished environment for his takes on dalmakhani and paneer butter Masala. He built this vision with Glen Leeson, ex of the refined restaurant conglomerate JKS, while the cocktails are signed Simone Pugi of
Ah, The Tamil Prince: Here is the rise of the pub which is no longer a pub, but rather a pub-like restaurant that serves beer. We will see many of these in the years to come. The British have not fallen in love with the sights, sounds or shapes of their people, but aimless booze has certainly lost a place in our lives. "Eating is cheating" was the war cry of the barfly of the 1990s, which seems so oddly debauched today, when eating is the glue that binds us together and now, more than ever, cooking profits hold with the light on.
At Tamil Prince (formerly The Cuckoo), the bar is still intact and serves pints of, among others, Purity, Harbor and Lucky Saint without alcohol, but they've painted the place a glorious, comforting shade of Farrow & Ball Studio Green, and transformed it into a rather sleek, unofficial South Indian reincarnation of the Roti King, a restaurant of highly admired Malaysian/Singaporean street. Prince Durairaj, the former executive chef of Roti King, is now creating a joyous vibe halfway down the Caledonian route, offering flaky, soft and succulent rotis that are heavenly proof that God's chosen carb is bread. /p>
If you've never heard of Roti King, his life began in a basement across from a side entrance to Euston station and has since spread its toes into other food outlets and lobbies across London, and this no-frills cafe has long been a favorite of food obsessives, commuters and hungry students So much so that it's hugely oversubscribed, dangerously addictive and the queue starts building at 11am every morning I'm known, after a month in the spice-starved Lake District, for leaving the west coast of Avanti, dragging my suitcase from Pier 13 and joining the wait for a restorative roti canai.
Durai Raj, who hails from Tamil Nadu, has found a more distinguished environment for his takes on dalmakhani and paneer butter Masala. He built this vision with Glen Leeson, ex of the refined restaurant conglomerate JKS, while the cocktails are signed Simone Pugi of
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