Amma
246 East 51st Street
New York, New York
212.644.8330
http://www.ammanyc.com

My murg shammi kabab, griddle-fried spiced chicken patties, didn’t look quite as I expected but tasted great. I had anticipated something more along the lines of sausage from previous experience I had watching kababs initially cooked and combined with spices, then blended, and finally reshaped into little meatball-like packages. The dish had a more crumbly, carb-based inner filling.
My entree was chicken kolhapuri, which was served in a bowl of roasted red chili, tomato, and peanut sauce. Mercifully, they relented to lower the heat factor for me. The result was quite tasty. Served with (clockwise from left to right in the photo below) saffron basmati rice with carrot chunks, spicy-as-all-get-up Manchurain cauliflower, and carrot-wrapped ruby taro. Rich’s lamb yakhni
looked very much the same but was flavored with cumin, fennel, and ginger-infused yogurt sauce.
Both Jesse and Jessica were disappointed with their meals: (1) hyderabadi mirchi ka salan, a pepper stuffed with spiced potatoes, coconut, sesame seeds, and southern Indian spices and (2) bharwan paneer ke baingan
(spiced cottage cheese stuffed in baked eggplant with a tomato-onion sauce). Frequent eaters of Indian, our friends thought the food was just okay.
Our desserts were pleasant but nothing extraordinary. My sooji ka halwa was a light, honeyed semolina pudding with dried fruit mixed in and garnished with pistachios. It was gritty in texture, but none the worse for that, and served warm. It was easily a rather comforting dessert.
Jessica’s gajar ka halwa was quite similar, only it was made with carrot, raisins, and nuts (and an overexposed flash— my bad). Also served warm, it was deliriously sweet and garnished with pistachios.
Rich couldn’t resist his favorite dessert, cheesecake, this time with mango.
Jesse opted for traditional Indian kulfi, or ice cream. Presented delicately as a daintily quartered circle, it looked more like petit fours than ice cream. Flavored and garnished with pistachio, it was rather cold and hard, and quite milky rather than sweet.
As always, the inevitable question is whether Restaurant Week samplings are truly indicative of a menu’s full potential. Although our friends were not terribly pleased, the range and scope of Amma’s regular menu show a fierce interplay between sweet, sour, spicy, and creamy, and the menu seems delightfully authentic. The ingredients are fresh, and I’m intrigued by the variety of tasting menus. Seemingly humble and modest in its apartment-style space, Amma is a place I would return. I could see visiting in summertime, drinking a tall, cold mango lassi to cool the hot Indian flavors… and the summer’s blazing heat.
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