Indigo, 56 Stamford St., London (6th January 2009) by Jezzer

I was rudely awakened this morning by a phone call from a chirpy teenage recruitment consultant reminding me that I am a worthless, scrounging tosser who was contributing very little to the nation's tax receipts and burgeoning debt. Very true, however it could be worse. I mean I could be the owner of the completely unpopulated ruby venue from last night ? Indigo. The whip took a fair battering in the Kings Arms despite the Bombardier and IPA running out. The pretty Polish barmaid and charm school drop-out spent the evening chewing a live wasp while contemplating whether to change the light bulb that broke 2 months ago.

The Rotters subsequently staggered across the road and up the stairs of Indigo at about 8:30pm. It seems that the credit crunch has all but halted the local populace from eating curry on Tuesdays as the ROT team were the ONLY customers in this large, airy and modern restaurant. As we entered, it appeared that the staff were all huddled around a candle in the kitchen trying to keep the overheads low. Still, we were made to feel welcome when they turned the lights on and the hollow cheeked waiter with sunken eyes feverishly asked if we would like to order some high margin beer products. After a few minutes they even went to the heady lengths of putting on some music ? although this did not stretch to Jezzer's request for some AC/DC ? the usual bangra elevator music ensued.

First to the table following the pints of authentic draft Cobrafisher (brewed under licence in Newcastle by SAB Miller) were the poppadoms. Recognising our new found purchasing power in a shrinking economy, Bascy powerfully negotiated some free lime pickle. The spicy pappads were duly sent back to the kitchen by GRN as they were too oaky or something, but not before we had eaten most of them. As it took a while for our main courses to be defrosted over the candle, we were treated to a large plate of spicy potatoes and onion which was very tasty.

Shortly thereafter, a deluge of rices, nan breads, tandoori chicken, meat dishes, tarka dals and cheesy peas hit the table and for the sake of review, was deemed highly delicious by this reviewer and much recommended.

The evening was rounded off by the hard core unemployed and beer monsters further impairing their mental abilities in what may or may not have been the Wellington but was definitely not The Fire Station.

I am sure much has been written about the Kings Arms already on this site. General opinion this time round was that bad beer stocking policy limited the choice in what is usually a good pub to visit.

Fine tasting curry - recommend Tandoori Chicken on the bone with Tarka Dal. Could try harder on the beer front - how hard can it be to stock a few large bottles of Cobra. Indigo might become a casualty of the credit crunch unless they improve their marketing and get a few more bums on seats. Nice chaps tho.