Indian food is my favourite cuisine, so as I was allowed to choose where in Trieste we went on my birthday evening, I opted for Yoga Indian restaurant. I’d add that I usually choose dining venues when it’s not my birthday, but I appreciated the gesture.
I liked the directness of the menu. Steve and I arrived on time, whereas the ladies were out likely getting drunk on cocktails, so they were late. We weren’t sure of the protocol of whether to wait for the ladies to arrive before we ordered, or whether we should just get on with the ordering as we were hungry.
We ordered the starters as we knew the ladies wouldn’t want us being hungry. The prices were to the lower end of the scale, the lager was typical Indian and the chicken pakora were delicious. A very positive start to the meal.
Bev then came charging in to disturb our peace. I had sent them an AI photo of the table full with food (a very impressive one actually, AI really is getting good) to try and speed them up as they might think that they were missing out, but it transpired that the ladies didn’t even see it as they were stumbling their way to the restaurant.
I opted for the chicken karahi and the portion size was generous with the chicken being tender and the sauce having a richness of flavour and some spice to it. The vegetable naan felt healthy and the lemon rice actually had a punchy lemon flavour, just as I like it.
Despite my deliberately and very clearly banning frivolity or fun, Bev and Susanna had gone out to buy a birthday dessert. They then decided to sing happy birthday to my great annoyance, so Bev might not be invited anywhere next year. The restaurant were very helpful to Bev’s endless series of demands and I was fortunate that the large group about to enter hadn’t actually yet come in.
Overall, I was very pleased with this meal as it met my expectations of the evening. The dining environment was clean and comfortable, the staff were friendly and the food had a depth of taste and flavour. The prices were reasonable, we were never left waiting (well, Steve and I were, but that wasn’t the restaurant’s fault) and I felt sufficiently full when leaving. All very lovely.