I had about 30 minutes so I had to find somewhere quickly. I was in the mood for a curry - I'd built myself up to it all the way to Andra so it really was the only food option at that point. Out of the entrance and to the left I saw what looked to be another place - great! When I got to the bottom of the staircase of Indian/Nepalese restaurant Prasadi, I was faced with a bit of a dilemma - a not very enticing digital display above a large menu sign stood to the right of me, a steep corridor of grimy stairs in front. The long, drawn out "wel-come" sign on the door appealing to me to not be shy ("'Well? Come' on!").
Anyway, I didn't have time to waste. I went straight for some basics - Chicken Tikka Masala, papad, naan (no option) and half rice. Beer: a Mustang. I asked for the Masala to be made hot (actually, extra hot). Ram gave the standard pause and then asked for confirmation (twice). He told the chef, the chef looked over, confirmed with Ram. So, all set then. The papad came - generous portion (4 pieces) but they were a bit like pieces of dried cardboard (could do with a dip of something). I had a look around the room - pretty standard Nepalese fare, decorated with pictures of famous sights around Kathmandu and scenes of the Himalayas etc. It was cosy enough, though probably a bit too cozy for the Japanese guy who I now realised had been given the remote for the TV and was treating the place like his front room, flicking the channels between retired sumo rikishi/clown Takamisakari bothering a kitten and the baseball. I expected his shoes to come off at any moment.
At that point the couple left and five young Nepalese lads came in and took the table behind me. Seems to be pretty much the case that if people from the country that the restaurant is from are eating there you can be assured of either the quality or the authenticity of the experience. Anyway, it was certainly a contrast to the other patron enjoying his night in in front of the TV. I finished up and paid: ¥2000. I said to Ram that it was very reasonable. He turned, pointed at the lads and said, "Nepalese students. Very poor". Still, thought it was a good sign to see them there.
So all in all it turned out to be a good alternative to Andra. It wasn't a bad experience - Ram was nice and the place actually had some character - but if Andra is available I would likely choose to eat there instead. I went to see the game at "British" Hub, which was loud and busy and as far as I could tell devoid of any British people. Just my luck, they were showing the baseball.