The Finest Kebab Ever! Apart from Bursa, perhaps...

Peter Cat was not easy to find, though we are discovering that Google Maps is both incredible and misleading. After circling for fifteen minutes and exploring a couple of seedy back courtyards we came upon the obvious front door - with no queue.

We'd have happily eaten our way through the whole menu, but chose the "signature dish" of chelo kebab - mutton, chicken, rice and a fried egg with a pretence of salad. 

Yes, it was really good. Indian butter with the rice is so tasty, too. In retrospect, though, probably something less obvious would have been a more inspired choice - but no regrets at all and thoroughly recommended. 

By the time we'd finished (not long) the place was full and I imagine they'll be turning tables every forty five minutes or so. Vast numbers of staff, all very attentive, but also keeping customers flowing through. 

We need to find new accommodation tomorrow for a couple of nights because the Saturday Club is fully booked. Our main housekeeper here is taking us to see a place in the morning, but we walked out along Park Street to AJC Road where the Baptist Missionary Society have a large resource centre. When Jen was a bairn growing up in Serampore they had friends there and her parents were employed by them. We may book a room there for our remaining days here, but we need to phone tomorrow.

Back in our room, fan on, looking forward to a shower. 

I'm feeling a bit India'd out just now - we've walked miles of luxury, enterprise, squalor and chaos. Kolkata is more of a challenge than Bangalore in very many ways - for me, in almost every way apart from the weather. Immunity takes a while to establish.