Souvenirs from Indian restaurant in Nottingham which was a must after clubbing
After drinking and spending the night on the dance floor, you might whet your appetite. And there was a place to stumble in for a curry in Nottingham when clubs closed at 2 a.m. in the ’80s and’ 90s.
Some memories of a chicken tikka masala in Sapna are a bit hazy … but then this is hardly surprising.
The Indian restaurant was a risky descent, into St James’s Street – a side street just off the old market square.
When Nottinghamshire Live asked members of the Old Nottingham Pictures Facebook page for their memories, there were dozens of stories about drunken curries after nights at the Palace, Madisons and Cookie Club.
Curry lovers didn’t care although it wasn’t mentioned in the Good Food Guide. “It opened late. I don’t know what the quality looked like because I only went after a nightclub,” admitted Caroline Foster.
Darren Axtell recalls, “Back then only a handful of curry houses opened late, but the food was terrible. Most of the people who went there were drunk, so no problem. I’ve never been sober. . “
Kev Bucko Buxton commented: “To be honest at 3am who really cared about the quality of the curry.”
It was a frequent haunt of Michell Siobhan, who said: “I went there with my friends most Sunday nights in the 90s before the pub’s opening hours changed.
“It was the only place to have another drink. I don’t think I ever tried their curries sober. We weren’t the only ones – this was the place to be.”
Another regular was Melanie Ibbett. “I loved it here, I used to go with my friend most Saturday nights after drinking too much about 15 years ago.”
Some of the guests struggled to stay awake. Keith Seaton recalled that a friend had passed out in her curry. “The waiters must have wiped her face. I then carried her across town over my shoulder to a cab.”
And there was Andy Mars, who got lost in there. “I couldn’t get out because I forgot it was downstairs. I went through so many doors. Ah the joys of alcohol,” he recalls.
Whatever the occasion, you can always come in.
It was the only place Tony Terry could enter for his bachelor party in 1990. “It was a bit rowdy,” he recalls.
If you were looking for an intimate romantic meal for two, this was definitely not the right restaurant. Helen Coates posted: “I was there with a bunch of buddies when the World Cup was up, banging cutlery on the table singing Vindaloo. Crazy carefree days.”
After the restaurant closed it became part of the Malt Cross pub, the former Victorian music hall next door. A part of the Heritage Lottery Fund of £ 1.38million was spent to convert the abandoned space into a music studio and art gallery with access to the caves.
But who could forget his unique style? “The last wallpaper of the herd,” recalls Dave Lawson.
Ian Bonam added: “I always have the carpet stuck to the soles of my shoes.”
Then there was a debate about the bowls of colorful potpourri on the tables – or was it some sort of crunchy edible mix?
Lisa Douglas said: “I remember the potpourri – very fragrant and very unappetizing – even after six halves of lager!
“I was going there after a night in Madisons. I remember long tables full of drunken people, like me, laughing at the curry at 2am.”
Leccy Lea said: “Always went after the pubs close. Throwing poppadums just for another drink.”
But not everyone was part of a big rowdy group. Paul Smith said: “I had a great time there. Sometimes I would go alone when my friends got home. I had my only table.”
And some nights it could be really civilized.
Andy Edwards recalls, “I used to go there very regularly when I was in college. It was the only curry house you could go to after midnight. And you almost always had the restaurant to yourself. I loved it in there.
“I always thought the food was absolutely delicious, especially the pakoras. The owner and his son were great. Go down to the toilet and you could see part of the caves. It needed a renovation and it had been decades. , but that was part of the charm. I really miss this place! “
Linda Elliott loved the food too. “Beautiful curries. One of the only places you can get a phallus. Yum.”