Main courses are trundled out on a Heath Robinson-ish contraption with gas burner and wafted over it before being served; pointless doesn't even come into it. I bet the staff just love that innovation. But, if you ignore the nonsense, the food's very good in a basic kind of way. Chot poti, chickpeas Bangladeshi-style, were tender, alive with spices and fresh coriander; fish amritsari was a bit like a curried version of something from Cap'n Birds Eye. Korai Gosth Khybery (sic) was excellent: good lamb in a deeply savoury mush of onions, peppers, tomatoes and zingy spices.