Indus is owned by a guy who’s been its number one customer since 1981. It was after he bought it, then sold it, then bought it again and injected the impressions from his travels into the place’s design when it became the place it is today. The edgy interior is modelled around the name of the place – the Indus river.
‘You’re eating under the waves of the Indus,’ owner Ifti, tells us. We look up and notice the wonky roof – they’re the waves. The atmosphere of the place is like warm concrete, which the warm lighting, the concrete bar and polished concrete floors are responsible for.
The feisty menu has traditional roots, yet a modern spin. The curries made here have a pull factor – you dream about them when you think ‘I haven’t eaten Indian for a while.’ But beware – if you order scharf (spicy), you’ll get it … and perhaps even cry like a baby who needs their nappy changed. The signature dish here is Murgh Mango curry, while the most popular is the Tikka Masala (We’ve tried both and give our thumbs up to the Indian Gods). Don’t skip on the Naan (smoky and delightfully doughy) and the samosa as a starter. The spice magician in the kitchen draws his inspiration from Northern India and Pakistan. Your order will take time here, as all quality, freshly made food does. ‘It’s slow food,’ Ifti aptly puts it. Indus is in a class of its own as far as Vienna’s Indian cuisine goes.
House speciality is… Murgh Mango curry, Chicken Tikka Masala and the spice bomb, Lahore Kerahi Gosht.
We also tried… Malai Kofta – poo brown in colour, superior in taste.
