The Fat Indian København

We ordered for three people. Samosa and entrees with rice and naan.Samosa, naan and rice were ok. But all the food was extremely greasy, 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 seasoned and actually inedible. So it wasn't the best experience, unfortunately

The Fat Indian once again delivers a mediocre piece of craftsmanship that underwhelms everyone who sinks their teeth into their very specific dishes “Curry” or “Spices”. Not even 4 milliseconds pass before I spot the first frizzy black hair of the evening. One among many, it turned out, and after everything is counted, I'm left with a plate with 13 hairs on it (this is counting without the hairs I just had to swallow in silence). I get screamed at here: "Eat up or I'll kill you!", and the last 13 hairs were driven down my throat, where they still sit to this day and hurt every time I speak. The fact that they still put a stranglehold on me is incomprehensible, and the staff therefore get 2 stars. However, the mood was top notch. There is thin dirt flushed all over the toilet, there is a bathtub in the middle of the restaurant where people diligently wash themselves, and I am taken straight back to my exchange in India. The restaurant visit also ends in the same way as my exchange in India - I am a child and chronic heartburn richer, and all is well. And a note to the young waiter, don't masturbate in the sink outside the toilet if you don't lock the door.