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Memory is a tricky thing: what one remembers as absolutely true and without question is often disputed by another person who claims that their memory is the accurate one and that you’ve got it all wrong.

A lengthy discussion follows about what actually happened, and each person walks away thinking, “Gee, it’s so sad to see whatizname losing it like that.” Even sadder is when one realizes there’s no one left to ask who might remember the exact thing you’re talking about.

And so it is with the corner of Placer and California Streets. Circa 1960, Femme de Joie remembers the Griffin Club on the corner now taken up by a two-level parking lot.

Catty-corner from it where the now-closed Vintner’s Cellars sits was a garage or gas station/garage. But she might have that entirely wrong and if anyone remembers, kindly set her straight.

What M. de Joie does remember for certain is that Redding wasn’t known for its restaurants. Jack’s, Ramona’s, Lim’s, Doc Clearie’s Skyroom, Tubby and Ann’s, and a host of lesser-known cafes that came and went. Say what you will about the state of downtown now, the state of dining in Redding has expanded in ways no one 50+ years ago could have foreseen.

Just a few feet from Placer/California in the space most recently vacated by Fuji is Yaadgar Restaurant. High ceilings, wide windows, and an attractive buttermilk paint make the dining room seem spacious and airy. Run by the Hussein family for just over a year, Yaadgar got off to a slow start but seems to be picking up in popularity rapidly.

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Naan ($1.50) is as much a staple of Indian food as tortillas are to Mexican food. Often cooked to toughness or scorched, these were light and tender, buttery-soft and airy, definitely the best we’ve tasted in Redding.

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Eggplant Bharta, $8.99

One thing you might notice right away about Indian food: it often looks actively unattractive, and this eggplant mash is a good example of that. A few slivers of raw ginger and some cilantro leaves strewn about didn’t help much. But the taste was amazing – a smooth, creamy puree of smoky roasted aubergine with cumin and garam masala that will in no way remind you of soggy fried eggplant. A winner.

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Lamb biryani, $10.99

If Femme de Joie hadn’t tasted the lamb biryani at another Redding restaurant a few months ago, she probably would have thought Yaadgar’s version to be very good, but it just didn’t have the same sparkle and intricacy of spice and herb mixtures. The basmati rice was cooked perfectly and there were chunks of lamb throughout, but it just didn’t have that Zsa Zsa Zu.

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Raita, $1.99

Raita (yogurt with spices and cucumbers) – is more than the sum of those ingredients, a tempering to excess spice and a palate cleanser when your taste buds are overwhelmed. But it’s also delicious on its own as a kind of soupy salad.

When we ordered dinner, we were confused by small plates – small as in approximately 6-inch – set before us. We were unsure if we were meant to put the naan on them, or share/mix foods with the naan, which is what we wound up doing, but the small size made maneuvering awkward.

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Sweet lassi, $1.99

While the mango lassi is probably more popular, this mixture of plain yogurt and sugar served over ice is a simpler version that is just as delicious and useful to sooth too much heat in your mouth. Femme de Joie thinks this might be attractive to an adventurous child as well.

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Lunch special: lamb curry, chicken curry, zeera rice, naan, $9.99

Yaadgar’s lunch specials are a good value and allow a timid diner the chance to taste Indian food and see if they like it. Femme de Joie did like this special very much – the lamb curry was plentiful as well as bolder and smokier than the relatively mild chicken. Zeera rice (basmati rice cooked with cumin seeds) isn’t spicy-hot, just flavorful enough to stand up to curries.

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Lunch special: chicken kofta, channa masala, zeera rice, $9.99

Chicken kofta is essentially chicken meatballs, very soft and mild in a likewise mild sauce that won’t scare off curryphobes, though a bit short on actual meatballs. Channa masala – garbanzos in a very mild sauce – is one of those dishes M. de Joie has never been able to work up any enthusiasm for, no matter who prepares it, so she can’t say if it was good or bad. It tasted like all the other versions she’s had, starchy and bland. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, in which case she won’t ever need to try it again.

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Veggie pakoras ($3.99), broccoli and cauliflower bites coated in chick-pea (garbanzo) flour and deep fried. M. de Joie much preferred the cauliflower, which is enhanced by this treatment. Stronger broccoli doesn’t seem to benefit as much and indeed tasted a little bitter. They came with two chutneys in squeeze bottles, a lusciously thick, tart purple tamarind and a very watery green herb chutney that didn’t have much going for it.

Overall, Yaadgar’s cooking is consistent, nongreasy, and carefully spiced, with service that is courteous but a bit indifferent (not that M. de Joie believes customers need to be besties with waitstaff). This is the third Indian restaurant to open concurrently in Redding. Is that oversaturation of a market? Even ten years ago, Femme de Joie wouldn’t have believed Redding would support more than one, but as spread out as the three are, perhaps there’s room for all. Each is a little different and will surely have different fan clubs.

Yaadgar – Urdu for “memory” – replaces that old garage of the 1950s and 60s in a much more stylish way. Its presence is a hopeful sign of the continued revitalization of downtown.

Yaadgar Restaurant, 1545 Placer Street, Redding, CA 96001. 530-242-1545. Open Tuesday through Sunday, 11:00 AM to 3:00 PM for lunch, 5:00 PM to 9:00 PM for dinner. Closed Monday. Cards, cash; no checks. Free chai tea with meal orders. Vegetarian, vegan, and Halal options available. Street parking or parking lot at California and Placer.
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Okay, a show of hands, please: who remembers the Cypress Street Bridge construction? Whoa! A LOT of you. Wasn’t that fun? Trying to figure out where the stop lights were, which lane was which, and God help you if you had to cross the bridge during the noon hour. It’s been completed for a few years now, though when Femme de Joie crosses it she can’t help but wonder when they’re going to replace those concrete pouring tubes with some actual street lights.

What you might not remember is that the construction and accompanying traffic jams were enough to contribute to the demise of at least two restaurants – Pellegrini’s Brazilian Steakhouse and Taj Mahal. It would seem that Pellegrini’s, that bastion of all things meat, is gone for good. However, Taj Mahal has risen from the ashes and reopened in the strip mall by PetCo just off Hilltop Drive.

The space is much smaller than the old restaurant, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Anchored with a sleek bar in the center, the dining room features tomato red walls and simple polished wood tables. Five televisions near the ceiling are always on but not obnoxiously loud, tuned to either CNN or a Bollywood movie.

Taj Mahal serves a buffet lunch for a bargain price of $9.99. It’s a good way to find out if you like Indian food.

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Clockwise from top: aloo gobi, samosa, pakora, saag paneer, navratan korma, (in center) gheera rice.

Aloo gobi (potatoes and cauliflower) wasn’t M. de Joie’s favorite item – though the spicing was pleasing, the textures seemed to be identical and it was hard to say if one had a bite of aloo or gobi. The samosa and pakora were better; there was a nice crunchy coating on the potato-filled samosa pastry and the herby pakoras (fritters) would make a nice snack with a cold beer.

Saag paneer (spinach with homemade cheese), was like an Indian creamed spinach with mild heat level, a mineral-grassy spinach taste smoothed out with cheese. It contrasted on the plate with the tomato cream sauce of navratan korma, making a wonderful vegetarian pairing. Centering the plate was gheera rice – basmati rice cooked with cumin seeds, which makes a great variation from plain steamed rice.

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Mango lassi, $2.99

If you don’t want beer to go with Indian food, a sweet, creamy mango lassi (made with yogurt, mangoes and water) is a great alternative. Not sticky-sweet like a milkshake, the fruity-tart drink is refreshing and cooling if the heat level seems to be too much.

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Naan – a fluffy, tender bread – comes with the buffet as well as most menu items. Tear it apart to eat, or use it to scoop up chutneys.

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Clockwise from top: chicken curry, beef curry, tandoori chicken.

Femme de Joie preferred the spicier beef curry over the somewhat blander chicken curry; the chicken itself seemed spongy and unappealing. However, the tandoori chicken was a winner. It’s one of those dishes that looks good and smells good but is nearly always dried out and tough. Here it was juicy with good smoky flavor and aromas.

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Lamb biriyani, $13.99

This was just amazingly, wildly delicious. Spiced, tender lamb chunks were scattered throughout perfectly cooked basmati rice, skillfully seasoned and garnished with cilantro and coconut. M. de Joie ordered medium heat, but thinks she could have taken it up a notch, as the heat was not overwhelming or burning – just a pleasant level of warmth.

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Bhindi masala, $10.99

You don’t see okra on many North State menus and more’s the pity, as it is delicious and adaptable to a variety of cuisines. Here it was browned first, then combined with onions and peppers and a generous amount of ginger. A sour tang came through now and then – M. de Joie thinks that was aamchur (dry mango powder). Not at all slimy as many people think, this had a much firmer texture than stewed okra and made an unusual vegetarian meal.

While Femme de Joie enjoyed the food and the surroundings at Taj Mahal, she does have one complaint. There is a difference between attentive service and annoying service. Waitstaff went rapidly from friendly and helpful to creepily invasive and ridiculously servile. In one 50-minute lunch, M. de Joie was asked no fewer than fourteen times if everything was all right or if she needed anything else. At one point she looked up to see the waitress staring at her – presumably to detect any signs of distress. M. de Joie started to wonder if perhaps she had something in her teeth or if one of her eyebrows had suddenly and without warning rearranged itself onto her forehead. Of course this overeagerness to serve comes from management’s orders, so Femme de Joie will take it upon herself right now to instruct Taj Mahal’s management: leave the diners alone and let them eat.

Other than that, the food at Taj Mahal is delicious and worth trying.

P.S. You can put your hands down now.

Taj Mahal, 1619 Hilltop Drive, Suite C, Redding, CA 96002. 530-722-9551, fax 530-722-9553. Open daily, 11:00 AM – 10:00 PM, Friday and Saturdays open until 11:00 PM. Lunch buffet, $9.99. Full bar. Parking lot. Vegetarian and vegan options. Cash and cards. Website at tajmahalredding.com
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It’s Saturday night in Redding and you are sweating bullets: tonight you have a date with the object of your desires. You’ve done the meet-for-coffee and the safe lunch, caught a matinee showing of Pirates of the Caribbean, Part 16: Jack Sparrow Goes to Washington (did you notice how much Johnny Depp is beginning to resemble Keith Richard?) and bumped into each other at ShopKo while browsing the electric spatulas and dog polishers. You want to move this relationship up a notch. Or two. It’s time for the serious dinner. But where?

You grab the phone book and start thumbing through the Yellow Pages, hoping just the right place will leap out at you. Mexican, Mexican, fake Aussie, Mexican, cook-your-own-steak, overpriced, peanuts-on-the-floor, Mexican, nope nope nope. None of these places has the right mix of atmosphere, exotica, and je ne sais quoi that will make your intended realize you know a thing or two about romance. Your eyes fall upon the ad for Priya Indian Cuisine. Indian? The thought of Indian food brings back an unpleasant memory of the college cafeteria and some chicken curry that caused a week of gastric distress among the dorm residents. But someone at work mentioned they had dinner there and how great it was. And you know your potential love monkey has a taste for spicy food. You decide that anything that doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. If it turns out badly, maybe this will be a bonding experience you can laugh about later.

7:00 PM. This might have been a bad idea. Priya is located in a strip mall at Four Corners. You can’t even see it from Churn Creek Road.; it’s way the hell in the back of a line of small businesses. There’s an laundromat nearby. Oh Lordy Lordy, what have I gotten myself into? But when you get out of the car and walk up to it, it doesn’t look that bad. There are strings of lights illuminating rich draperies in the window. You peruse the menu in the window: no idea what any of this stuff is but the prices seem reasonable. The two of you step through the door.

The first thing you notice are the exotic and spicy aromas. It’s nothing you can identify with certainty - it’s not Mexican, it’s not pizza, it’s definitely not steak - it’s something more. As you murmur to each other about the delicious air, a dapper Indian gentleman in a white shirt greets you and tells you it’s the buffet you’re smelling. He seats you; another gentleman approaches you to fill your water glasses. “Thank you,” he says before and after. Looking around, you’re surprised at the quiet elegance and serenity: aren’t we in a strip mall? You’d never know it.

You give the menu a brief scan but you keep hearing the siren call of those come-hither aromas from the buffet. Your date gets up to have a look at the hot tables in the back of the restaurant. “It looks really good. I think that’s what I’m having.” A petite Indian woman approaches, resplendent in a sparkling sky-blue sari; she takes your order for two Kingfisher beers and directs you to help yourselves to the buffet.

Scanning the wide variety of dishes, chutneys, breads, sauces, and unidentifiable courses, you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed, but it smells so good you cannot resist. A small bowl of tomato chutney, some raita (yogurt with cucumbers), a few pieces of naan (soft browned pita-like bread), samosas (vegetable-filled deep-fried fritters). You move toward the hot dishes - two kinds of rice, chicken tikka masala (chicken in a rich, creamy, orange-colored sauce), mutter paneer ( homemade cheese cooked with peas, onions, spices), lamb curry - chunks of lamb in a deep, rich brown sauce. There’s so much to choose from you can’t possibly try everything.

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At a nearby table, a Richard Branson lookalike wearing a gold silk kurta tells his dining companions he hasn’t had Indian food like this since he left Kerala five years ago.

The seasonings are intriguing but never overwhelming. None of the dishes are spicy-hot. Plain basmati rice (which bears about as much resemblance to Minute Rice as four-year-old aged Gouda does to Kraft Singles) soaks up the incredible brown curry sauce poured over the generous pieces of tender lamb. Mutter paneer has a surprising sweetness and lightness. Even what was labeled hot chilis at the buffet are mild, sweet, crunchy in their crisp batter. But things are heating up at your table. “Try this. It really isn’t hot” - you obediently open your mouth to be fed a bite of smoky, tender chicken. You spoon up some raita and feed your table partner a spoonful of tart yogurt salad, creamy and cold - the right foil for the spicy tastes to come. You tear off a piece of soft naan , scoop up some tikka masala sauce and offer it to your date, who eagerly devours it… then licks the sauce off your fingers.

“Um…ah… did you try the desserts?”

There are two desserts: one is a hot cardamom-scented rice pudding, the other a cool sweet mango puree with squares of perfumy mango. You try one. You try the other. You pour the mango over the rice pudding. Dimly you recall something from your college days flirtation with Indian culture and the Bhagavad-Gita and something about mangoes …. But there aren’t really any aphrodisiacs, right? It’s all in your head… isn’t it?

On your way out the door you see a small bowl of mixed whole spices, Mukhwas. It is an after-dinner digestive and freshens your breath. This is no time to take chances. You take a small aromatic spoonful. The night is just beginning.

- Femme de Joie

Priya Indian Cuisine, 2937 Churn Creek Road, Redding, CA 96002, 530-222-3200 . Fax 530-222-3110. Open 7 days a week, 11:00 am - 2:30 pm for lunch, dinner 5:00 pm - 9:30 pm. Lunch buffet Monday to Friday, $7.95, Saturday & Sunday $9.95. Dinner buffet on Friday & Saturday $13.95. Beer and wine. Onsite parking. Cash, credit and debit cards. Vegetarian and vegan options. Website at http://www.priyaindiancuisine.us/index.htm

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