Cinnamon Indian & Bangladeshi Take-Away

That three days later — after the vomiting, the diarrhoea, stomach pains and 40 hours of non-​stop fever — I still feel awful, is the most important part of the review.
But I will get to that, because it is only fair I first review the taste and quality of the food.
The food arrived in an adequate time and the service was fine.
It was the worst tasting curry I have ever had. And it was partly cold.
I will start with the two edible dishes. The Popadoms and channa chaat were actually tasty and edible. Nothing special, but totally adequate.
The rest was almost a parody. It was the sweetest curry I have ever tasted. It is as if every spice and herb that was considered was shelved and in a tardy April Fools joke replaced with high-​fructose corn syrup.
Even the freaking naan was sweet. I mean, what was going on? The lamb mahknini curry (more below) was like a dessert. The saag Aloo was like a blended vegetarian cheesecake.
The chicken tandoori felt like it had died last century and been left in a drying room. All flavour evaporated in the quest to make the meat as tough as possible.
A horrifying meal.
But, then, around 2am the nightmare started. Four people had this dinner. Three of them ate the same dish — the lamb. During the day no one, none, of these three people had eaten anything in common and the fourth had eaten some of what the other three ate.
It was as if God had created the most perfect controlled experiment.
And the experiment was, what would happen if you cooked and served rancid lamb, to save some money? (Even though huge amounts could be saved by not turning each dish into a dentist’s fantasy.)
What happened was this. The first of the three started vomiting in the early hours and kept going for some time. This was followed by another a couple of hours later and the third had an intestinal meltdown.
By sunrise, with barely any sleep the three were fairly hollowed out physically and emotionally. But then the fever kicked in. Freezing cold, burning hot. Weekend away ruined as plans had to be cut short and the unlucky team returned home.
This followed 20 hours asleep having fitful feverous dreams about being drowned to death by a sugary wave emanating from an evil sheep. A day wasted.
And now day 3, we still feel burned out, cramped and browbeaten.
Today is World Health Day. The World Health Organisation chose to use it to mark the dangers of food safety. They say:
Unsafe food can contain harmful bacteria, viruses, parasites or chemical substances, and cause more than 200 diseases — ranging from diarrhoea to cancers. Examples of unsafe food include undercooked foods of animal origin, fruits and vegetables contaminated with faeces, and shellfish containing marine biotoxins. In 2010 there were an estimated 582 million cases of 22 different foodborne enteric diseases and 351 000 associated deaths.
Let me be clear. Food poisoning kills. If we had been very young or very elderly I might not be well enough to write this review, I might be on a drip in hospital hoping that antibiotic resistance hasn’t reached the point where I can’t be saved.
That we receive a full refund is not even questionable, it’s what you do to put right your food standards that matters most. And the FSA will be in touch.