The majority of posts on this forum relating to restaurants tend to revolve around the elite - Michelin stars or those aspiring to that level. Today I had lunch at a very different kind of place, the great Bradford institution that is the Kashmir. The Kashmir is a legend in it's own lifetime, and during my college days I used to go 2-3 times a week, every week. It is basically a slightly grubby cafe in a basement, but serving really tasty food. Everyone in Bradford knows the place. It is so locally famous in fact that it actually made it into Bill Bryson's "notes from a small island", and here is his extract: "I forgot to mention curry houses earlier in my brief list of Bradford's glories, which was a terrible oversight. Bradford may have lost a wool trade but it has gained a thousand excellent Indian restaurants, which I personally find a reasonable swap as I have a strictly limited need for bales of fibre but can take about as much Indian food as you care to shovel at me. The oldest of the Bradford curry houses, I'm told, and certainly one of the best and cheapest, is the Kashmir, just up the road from the Alhambra. There is a proper restaurant upstairs, with white tablecloths, gleaming cutlery and poised, helpful waiters, but aficionados descend to the basement where you sit with strangers at long Formica-topped tables. This place is so hard core that they don't bother with cutlery. You just scoop the food in with hunks of nan bread and messy fingers. For £3 I had a small feast that was rich, delicious and so hot that it made my fillings sizzle." Alas I hadn't been in over 10 years, and I was very aware of the effects of time and rose tinted glasses, but upon visiting today it was EXACTLY as I remember it and exactly as Bryson described. The only changes are they do now have a credit card machine and the bowl of curry now costs £6 (inclusive of chappaties, a side plate of dried out salad and a bowl of very dubious looking mint sauce) instead of £3. It's absolutely ace, and a genuine revisiting of my youth.