This west London Indian restaurant takes its name from a beautiful slave girl supposedly entombed alive by the Mughal emperor, Akbar, for catching the eye of his son, the crown-prince Salim. It's a tear-jerker of a tale, to say the least. Sagely, this King Street spot concentrates on the more tender parts of this popular Indian story - apparently they cook their dishes with similar love and passion.
It's a step above your usual curry house, with the presentation heading more toward that of fine dining. The plates of charcoal-cooked king prawns lightly dusted with dill, mint, coriander and ginger, the char-grilled lamb chops marinated with fresh garlic and garam masala, and the baked aubergine steaks stuffed with paneer and sesame seeds are all artfully arranged.
Recognisable curries such as dhansaks, jalfrezis, vindaloos and kormas also feature, alongside various biriyani topped here with puff pastry. Keep an eye out for thalis, special menus and some good-value set lunches, too.