- Shmingrid Oct 9, 2001 02:48 PM
Was going out to dinner for the first time in months (long story) this past Sunday, and ended up deciding on the Ambassador on 39th Street, not so much for the food but for the fact that they still haven't turned the heat on in my apartment and I was freezing my butt off. Couldn't be happier when my date and I were seated on the enclosed patio, right next to a blazing fireplace and surrounded by the 2 million tea lights and the fountain sparkling just outside the window. Could it get any better than this? YES! The food has gone way up since the past few times I've been there (the last was back in June). Started with the Began Khas (sp?), which is a pile of eggplant and tomatoes with a minty yogurt sauce. It's almost exactly the same as one of my favorite apps at the Helmand. Then I tried Chicken Madras for the first time. For once, they hadn't overcooked the meat beyond recognition, so I had heaven in the form of juicy chicken chunks in a Thai-like coconut milk and green chili sauce. I've never been so warm and cozy in my life with the spice and the fire - so the waiter decided to perk us up (we would have slept right there otherwise) with a coconut sorbet. This was the most amazingly ungodly sweet concoction, a description that would normally turn me off to it, but it turned out to be the absolute perfect ending.
B'more Chowhounds... when you get that first evening when you can't seem to shake the chill out of your bones, call the Ambassador and have them save you a fireplace table and eat some Chicken Madras.