Inspired by the speed & efficiency of Western fast food & the complexity of Eastern flavours, 3 guys, one Tandoor, come together to take your tongue into every flavour filled crevice of Venkatanarasimharajuvaripeta, whilst your sweet ass stays rooted in South-East London. Think Viraswarmy on crack.
Timmy Tandoor is your chef, chopping shit, adding a bit of salt & kneading your dough balls. Don’t touch his effing Tandoor, it’s hot, like him. Taj Mah-boob is your host, making you happy, putting the cock in cocktails & handling your special requests.I nder Bhaat is your big daddy, the creative spark, curating the brand & handling the law suits.
There aren’t many who can say the inspiration for their diner came from fast food, the psychedelic 60’s & their deep Indian heritage. But Frankie Goes to Bollywood took that brief & nailed it.
“Mayyyyyyyyte, Frankie Goes to Bollywood is fucking delicious!” – Everyone ever.
First thing’s first; throw out the table manners & any attempt to keep it clean when settling down at Frankie Goes to Bollywood. Sticky fingers & banging flavours is the name of the game at our diner.
Our menu delivers on traditional English & American take-out favourites, turns them on their head & shoots ‘em out of the kitchen with a slap of Ravi Shankar & a tickle of the colonel. This nosh is the real deal.
Fresh hand baked naans, oozy layers of chutneys & cheeses & 48 hour ‘mind-blowing’ marinades are the rave here. Bitch, please. Put that bland shit down.