High End Indian Delights at Hankies

All Images taken during this photoshoot were by Lewis Jackson on behalf of Moment Hunter Digital

Get your minds out of the gutter kids, this has nothing to do with hanky-panky or even those damp tissues your mum kept up her sleeve.

Hankies is in fact a fabulously high end Indian restaurant named after the classic roti bread which is hand spun until it’s thin enough to read through, then cooked on hot coals and folded to resemble a ‘hanky’.

And quite delicious they are too. As is pretty much everything on the menu at this oasis of calm just a stone’s throw from the shopping madness of Oxford Street, tucked away inside the swanky Montcalm Hotel.

The gorgeous setting of warm wood, soft leather and gently twinkling rose gold lighting, makes Hankies the perfect setting to explore the hugely inventive tastes and scents of Indian street food.

All Images taken during this photoshoot were by Lewis Jackson on behalf of Moment Hunter Digital
A swanky setting for high end Indian delights

Some of the flavour combinations might sound a little on the challenging side – I give you truffle naan with vintage cheddar, or yellow crab and duck egg curry but if you’re up for something just a wee a bit different from your usual Indian offerings, this is the right place.  

The Bindi Hehl with crisp okra and puffed rice was a thing of sheer beauty, and while the tarragon paneer with pardon peppers and walnuts did not quite float my boat it’s always worth trying something unfamiliar.

And of course you really can’t go wrong with the chilli spiced lamb chops or classic butter chicken which are both a treat for the old taste buds.

If you’ve got any room left for dessert (it’s a separate stomach compartment, as my son always argues with a passion) you should definitely give the salted pistachio ice cream a whirl.

Thank me later.

  • As mum to a pair of cheeky twin boys, Felix and Harry, Nadia is mostly very tired. And sometimes she’s grumpy and very tired, but that doesn’t stop her attempting to have a life beyond sterilising and pureeing, even if that means she has been spotted strolling through the Grazia office with a Cheerio stuck to her bottom, or accessorising her fabulous Vivienne Westwood vintage with a smear of dried porridge. She loves lounging about in the sunshine with a cocktail (those were the days) and hates smug yummy mummy types offering their unwanted opinions on her sons’ snacks, schooling and snot.

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