The Fat Indian København

We ordered for three people. Samosa and main courses with rice and naan. Samosa, naan and rice were ok. But all the food was extremely oily, it was almost impossible to wash the oil off the plates afterwards. My saag paneer was extremely strong and salty, even though I had asked them to make it mild. Completely wrongly spiced and actually inedible. So it was not the best experience, unfortunately

The Fat Indian once again delivers a mediocre piece of craftsmanship that undergoes anyone who puts their teeth into their very specific dishes "curry" or "spices". There are not even 4 milliseconds before I mock the evening's first mug, black hair. One of many should it turn out, and after all is counted, I sit back with a plate of 13 hair on (here is counted there without the hair I just had to sink in silence). It is screamed by me: "Eat up or I cuddle you!", And the last 13 hairs were run down into the throat where they still sit today today and hurt every time I speak. The fact that the strangles were taken on me is incomprehensible anyway and the staff therefore get 2 stars. However, the mood was top notch. Thin skins have been flushed across the toilet, stands a bathtub in the middle of the restaurant where people are diligently washing, and I am brought back directly to my exchange in India. The restaurant visit also ends up in the same way as my exchange in India - I am a child and chronic heartburn richer and all is well. And cards to the young person serve so do not masturbate in the sink in the toilet if you do not lock the door.