Atul Kochar has been at the forefront of UK Indian food since the 90s and was the first to win a Michelin star for it. But, with new blood like Kricket and Mowgli on the scene, would his latest white-tablecloth opening feel out of touch?
Mathura, like many upscale Indian restaurants, is huge. Set in a former fire station, the space’s white-tiled walls and fireman’s pole remain, while the plush banquet seating feels more reminiscent of a lavish embassy (fittingly, the service and complimentary bellinis made us feel like visiting dignitaries).
While kebab platters can often turn out to be a jack-of-all-trades situation, Mathura’s was anything but. Saffron and yoghurt chicken, sumac and walnut beef and minced koobideh came grilled to perfection, but the soft, aromatic lamb chops were the star of the show. Atul’s chicken tikka pie, meanwhile, was a playful, lighter affair, spiked with zingy cranberry chutney. The staff-selected Riesling that accompanied locked in an excellent first course.
After exactly the right amount of time, the cod macher curry and Koh-e-rogan josh followed. The lamb, which had been simmered for three hours in a richly spiced sauce, fell off the bone at the tap of a fork. The cod, however, was a showstopper. Velvety flakes of perfectly cooked fish easily slid off each other into pools of coconut and fennel, accompanied by clams and asparagus. Perfect. Sadly there was a stumble, which came in the form of a £9 side of slightly overcooked veg. The dessert platter brought the standard back up, featuring a brandy snap-esque cannoli, coconut and lemongrass parfait and saffron and cardamom shrikhand.
Mathura might not be a queues-down-the-street, techno-on-the-speakers, food-comes-whenever-ready kind of place. And that heavenly cod did cost £36. But it’s certainly not out of touch. If anything, food, wine and service like this are timeless.