One dish. Mutton curry and basmati rice. I cook it myself, on the day, in the amount you asked for — the way I cook it for my own family on a Sunday.
Yours goes on the fire once your order is in. No handi sits waiting for a customer to walk in.
Nalli, chaap, neck, shoulder. If you only eat one part, say so and that is what you get.
You pay close to what the same mutton would cost you raw. Each plate is weighed and priced on its own.
I buy to the order, so nothing you skip gets cooked and thrown away. Rates move with the butcher's rate on Sunday morning — these are last Friday's.
Heat: moderate, spicy, or ghar jaisa — how I eat it, heat you feel afterwards rather than on the first spoon.
You get an estimate range when you order and the arithmetic after I weigh your plate. A restaurant would price this at one number and make the margin back on the plates that come in light. I would rather show you the scale.
₹500 is held when you order. The balance is settled once the plate is weighed — and if it comes in under the estimate, you pay under it.
Estimated ₹740. Came in ₹47 under — the nalli ran lighter than Friday's rate assumed. The difference goes back the same night. I do not round up.
Sundays, and the odd Saturday. Orders close Friday 9pm so I can buy the meat fresh on Sunday morning. One handi holds what it holds — past fourteen plates I am cooking in batches, and batch mutton is exactly the thing I am trying to avoid.
I work in tech marketing. I do well enough that money was never the reason I started cooking. The reason is that every time I wanted mutton, I ended up making it myself, because what arrived at the door was never it.
Recipes are the easy part. Any kitchen can repeat a recipe. What goes missing is the aroma — the moment a pot is cooked to be sold rather than to be eaten, something leaves it. I do not have a technical explanation. Anyone who loves mutton knows the difference on the first spoon.
So I cook the way I cook at home, for a handful of people at a time, and I charge close to what the mutton cost. That is the whole business.
No chicken. No fish. No paneer. No roti — I have never learned to make a round one and I am not going to pretend. Curry, rice, and that is the menu.
Mutton is not just another meat here. It is the one we wait all week for.
The gravy tasted like my mother's, which I did not expect and did not entirely enjoy admitting.
I asked for only nalli. I got only nalli. Nobody has ever done that for me.
Paid ₹688. Would have spent the same at the butcher and then lost my Sunday to the kitchen.
I read every request myself and reply on WhatsApp within a day, with an estimate. Nothing is charged here — the ₹500 hold happens when I confirm your plate.
If the Sunday you want is full, you go to the top of the next one.
Because then I would have to cook before you asked, and that is the one thing this place exists not to do.
Pieces weigh what they weigh and the butcher's rate moves. You see an estimate before, and the arithmetic after. See a real bill.
Goat. Bought Sunday morning, cut in front of me, cooked within four hours.
No. I cannot make a round one and I am not going to buy someone else's. Rice does the job better anyway.
Yes, and there is no charge for it. Ask when you order, not at pickup.
Tell me before Saturday noon and nothing is charged. After that I have already bought your pieces, and the ₹500 hold stays.
Not yet. Past fourteen plates I stop being a person cooking at home.
