Best Indian Restaurant In East Ham
So, you’re in East Ham and you’ve got a craving for curry. I get it. This place is basically the unofficial curry capital of London, right? But with so many options, picking the best can feel like trying to choose your favorite child. Don’t worry, I’ve done the heavy lifting (eating, mostly) for you.
The Usual Suspects
Let’s start with the big guns. You’ve got Dishoom nearby, obviously. It’s beautiful, it’s trendy, and you’ll queue for an hour. But is it really East Ham? Nah. For that real, soul-shaking spice, you need the side streets. You need the places where the menu is stained and the waiter knows your order before you sit down.
I’m talking about Brick Lane Grill. Yes, the name sounds generic—like a tourist trap. But trust me, their chicken tikka masala is so good it should be illegal. The sauce is creamy, smoky, and just sweet enough to make you question your life choices. You’ll be dipping naan into it long after the chicken is gone. Embarrassing? Maybe. Worth it? Absolutely.
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The Hidden Gem You Need to Try
Okay, but here’s my actual favorite: Spice Village. It’s tucked away on High Street South, and from the outside, it looks like a normal takeaway. Don’t be fooled. Step inside, and it’s like walking into your auntie’s kitchen—if your auntie was a Michelin-starred chef, that is. Their lamb rogan josh is the kind of dish that makes you close your eyes and forget you’re in a strip mall.
Why is it so good? Honestly, I think they put crack in the garam masala. Just kidding. (Mostly.) The real secret is freshness. They grind their spices daily, and you can taste the difference. It’s not that heavy, cloying feeling—just pure, vibrant flavor. You’ll eat it and wonder why you ever bothered with that sad jar of curry powder in your cupboard.
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The Vibe Check
But food isn’t everything, right? What about the atmosphere? At Spice Village, the chairs are a little wobbly. The Bollywood music is slightly too loud. And the owner, a guy named Ravi, will absolutely call you “beta” and refill your water before you ask. It’s chaotic, it’s loud, and it’s home. You won’t get a fancy marble table, but you’ll get a hug in the form of a papadum.
For a fancier date night, try Punjab Grill. It’s newer, shinier, and has these weird light fixtures that look like upside-down umbrellas. The dal makhani there is so buttery it should come with a warning label. You’ll leave smelling like ghee and feeling like royalty. But be warned: your wallet will weep a little. It’s East Ham, not Mayfair—so the prices are still decent, but you’ll notice.
The Street Food Move
If you want to go full chaos mode, hit Khan’s Kebab & Curry on a Friday night. It’s a takeaway, but they have a few sticky tables outside. Order the chicken 65. It’s spicy, it’s crispy, and it’s served with a side of “are you sure you can handle this?” The level of heat is a joke. I once saw a grown man cry happy tears eating it. He wasn’t embarrassed. Neither was I.

Then there’s the naan. Oh, the naan! At Dosa Hut, they make it so big it hangs off the plate like a delicious blanket. You’ll tear it, dip it, and accidentally use it as a napkin. No judgment. The garlic naan is a must—it’s practically a religious experience. You’ll smell it on your hands for two days, and you won’t care.
The Final Verdict
So, what’s the best Indian restaurant in East Ham? Honestly, there’s no single answer. It depends on your mood. Are you hungover and need comfort? Go to Spice Village. Are you impressing someone? Punjab Grill. Do you want to feel like a local who knows the secret handshake? Khan’s. Just don’t go to that one place with the neon sign that says “Authentic Indian.” It’s run by a guy from Portugal. True story.
My personal pick? I keep going back to Spice Village. Why? Because Ravi remembers my name. He knows I like extra onion in my salad. And his chai is so good it makes me want to move my bed into the restaurant. That’s the kind of loyalty a curry deserves. So go. Eat. Get messy. And when you’re done, text me. I’ll meet you there next week. Deal?
