Badmaash. The best restaurant I will never visit again. The food is a breath of fresh, spicy air, and their fusion items are touched by genius. It's impossible not to enjoy your food but you won’t have time to savor it. Their tables have a 45-60 minute time limit even WITH a reservation that starts before you open the menu so be prepared to scarf it all down. They’re not shy about asking you to leave.
Started with the street food, but these Crispy Yogurt Puffs leave an impact that is far from casual. Soft chickpeas make their bed in a rich but airy yogurt that softens a spicy sting. Crispy contrasts soft, and you're left with a lasting impression long after these little bites are gone.
Try the Butter Chicken Samosas. They're exactly what the say they are, but that sweet, creamy curry surrounding tenders shreds of chicken is probably the best butter chicken I've ever had.
The Chicken Tikka Poutine is a signature dish, and I love the creativity. It's fusion at it's finest; masala and chunks of chicken tikka spice up the fries, and cheese curds groove with a gooey gravy.
You don't get Indian food without naan, though their Chili Cheese Naan is too good to call a side. The naan is simultaneously crisp and soft, and cheddar chases the chilis to leave a delightful burn.
The Spiced Lamb Burger. This is the best thing on the menu, maybe the best burger in LA. Maybe the best burger EVER. The lamb is so flavorful, the patty is so moist, the spice mix is so smooth yet so unforgettable. I ate this last, and I was so stuffed, but you can't stop eating something like this. It'll take you to another place... which seems to be where they want you anyway.
Desserts are where our meal falls apart. I actually recommend them, and it's quite rare for me to recommend dessert. The Rice Pudding is on the lighter side so you can have something sweet without feeling gross. This one is creamy with coconut milk and it’s almost as much of a relief as the mango lassi after the spicy burn.
Their Mango Mousse is light and more mango than mango itself. Beautiful and absolutely perfect...but we wouldn't know. It started tasting pretty sour when we were asked to leave. My friend was only halfway through that, and you do NOT interrupt a pregnant woman (due next month!) halfway through her dessert.
I don't care what your excuse is, Badmaash. You made my very pregnant friend to get up so someone else could sit down one hour and 15 minutes into our meal. I guess I should thank you for the extra 15 minutes considering your very unreasonable time limits on your tables (which you did NOT mention, ever), but I think you just got greedy. Instead of caring about your customers you started turning tables to turn your profits, and you really let a little Michelin get to your head.
Badmaash. It’s supposed to mean bad ass and I profoundly agree. The food is totally bad ass, but the restaurant is run by an ass.
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