The first set arrived at our table riddled with little pockets of grease. Pools, really, shimmering gold, some shallow, some preposterously deep. Pappadam is like horribly scarred skin with creases and sharp ripples and craggy divots carved from an adolescent scourge. These flat, fried lentil flour discs from Southern India are pimpled with pepper and cumin seeds and a good toss of salt, adding still more... More >>>
Dinner and a movie? Some of Dallas' best Indian food is found in a converted theater.