Since the early 1990s, Al Frash’s fluffy naans (cheaper than the proverbial chips, but rather nicer) have been used to scoop up every single smear of sauce directly from the restauran'ts cast iron serving dishes.
The pun-packed menu goes on and on; your best bet is to enlist a waiter to help you build a balti to your own taste, or pick a dining companion who knows their Afrodesia from their White Rose.
Located on Ladypool Road, Al Frash's décor is more perfunctory than palatial – think bare tables (all the easier to wipe clean!) and white walls punctuated by loud abstract canvases – but the welcome is warm and all the art one needs comes from the kitchen.
It’s cheering to note that the owners clearly care about their customer’s health, wealth and wellbeing; using vegetable oil for frying, delivering a satisfyingly small bill (£30 for two should do), and allowing you to bring along your own tipples without charging for the privilege. Fresh flavours as big as the portions make it far too easy to eat far too much.