I am in food heaven. With the amount of grub I have gluttonously devoured this afternoon, I don’t think I will be able to move till tomorrow. We have eaten a couple of times before at The Indian Kitchen, but I sloppily did not record it for the blog. Admittedly, each time the food has been exceptional.

Today, we went there for a private lunch party, and I did manage to snag some pictures not only of the delicious food and moody interiors, but also of the good looking sparkling guests. They generously let me click pictures of their glitter and their styling. I am delighted. Having always been a massive fan of The Delhi Walla and Mayank Austen Soofi (who I have a deep crush on), I really felt I was paying homage to him in little Amstelveen.

The Indian Kitchen is elegant; dark interiors, antiques, art, and a glamorous bar; this not your run-of-the-mill kitschy Indian joint doling out sweetened gravy for tourists. It is sleek, sophisticated, and utterly divine when it comes to service. In the rather dismal service culture of the food scene here, The Indian Kitchen is an exception, it is warm and indulgent, without being overwhelming. A balance, which is hard to maintain, however, these folks make it look effortless.

We loved their butter chicken the most. What makes their meat so succulent is that they do not get it from the wholesale meat market, which mostly sells frozen fare, but rather from a butcher who delivers fresh cuts three times a week. This sort of attention to sourcing shows a true love for food and wins our vote.

So, the next time you are craving some hot naan, dal makhani, butter chicken, shahi paneer, kebabs, followed by kheer, just head for The Indian Kitchen. I know I surely will. In the meantime enjoy the pictures as I lounge around like a well-fed sloth.