50 Frith Street, Soho, London, W1D 4SQ
0207 494 9075
Tonight at Mooli’s in between sipping on Mexican beers, knocking back lychee and guava mojitos and gossiping with my friends – Sam, Daria and Josh – about tipping for expensive haircuts (a £50 tip? What is this madness? Only in Sloane Square!) and where to find the best burgers in New York… along with listening to some totally toe-tapping songs – Phoenix and Belle and Sebastian – and appreciating the ridiculously friendly and lovely service, there was the tasty, clean, fresh and ruddy gorgeous eats. Mmm and double mmmmmm.
For a pound we scoffed our way through a bag of roasted pappadom bites which came with fresh, zingy chutney – crisp and spicy; really good. Between us we tried a selection of the Mooli roti wraps – the keralan beef, coconut, salsa and yoghurt, the chicken, fenugreek, lentils, pickled turnip and yoghurt and the Punjabi goat, cumin potatoes and salsa.
The Mooli’s rotis were about a fiver a pop and, without daring to be sexist – not least because I like to think I could eat many a man under the table – were properly filling for both of us girls whilst the guys at our table needed sides; and were spicy and tender, with soft, taut flatbread and lovely salsa and smooth, creamy yoghurt. Delivered to the table wrapped in foil, like a burrito, and served with a smile and on shiny bright trays this is just how fast food should be.
For pudding we licked and nibbled our way through mango and pistachio kulfis – lovely sticks of Indian ice cream – which were fantastic although a teeny bit too pricey at £2.50 a go.
The mojitos were powerful good. Sweet and strong, fragrant and fuzzy. It was very very easy to stay and watch the street scene unfold before us (we spotted an ex-cabinet Minister who used to share the gym with me when I worked in Parliament drinking by the door and I befriended a cat called Bob who belonged to a sweet homeless guy) and knock back a few jars.
The atmosphere was lovely and made me realise how lax I had been in not getting to Mooli’s before now. The food tasted good, honest and true. It made me wish I worked just a bit teenier closer to Soho so that I could indulge at least one lunchtime a week. The service was also so ridiculously lovely and sweet that I wished more restaurants could be just a smidgeon as good as this. It was a wonderful summer’s evening and I urge you, if you haven’t been to Mooli’s yet… go.
If your office is in Soho, go, for lunch, for a post-work date, whatever, go. If you are busy shopping one Saturday afternoon and fancy a pit-stop: go. When it comes to Mooli’s I would say – just go!