More Creamy Spinach, Please: Then and Now at Fusion Grillerz
Photo by Nicholas L. Hall Blessedly fusion-less.
I've spent the past few months locked in a cycle of pain. The pain of eating three pounds of fried rice for lunch every day, regretting it, and comforting that regret with more fried rice. It's a vicious cycle, really, and one conveniently fueled by a lunch hour that isn't, and a relative dearth of nearby options that I haven't gotten sick of. Including the fried rice, I guess, but that's not the point.
The point is, when a new lunch option opens up in the food court under my office in Four Houston Center, meaning I don't have to do much more than turn around at my desk in order to get there, I get excited. If only I could safely ride the escalator while seated...
Sorry, I got lost in a reverie of fatassening languor. Right. New lunch spot. So, it's called "Fusion Grillerz," which apparently means that they grill stuff, and also serve some Indian food. So far, I've not seen much in the way of fusion per se, but I don't really feel the need for a chole burger or hot dogs dressed with saag and raita. Actually, strike that; the Saag-Dog sounds kind of great. Somebody do that.
So far, I've stuck to the Indian side of the menu (and the specials board), because there are already at least a million places to get mediocre hamburgers, salads and wraps without having to brave the actual light of day, but relatively few places for Indian food. I'm sure I'll get around to ordering a burger here eventually; perhaps I'll even see if I can get them to fusion it up for me a bit, playing mad scientist with the elements of the Indian plate lunches.
Speaking of, the $5 vegetable-plate lunch is not at all a bad deal if you're in the mood for something a bit out of the tunnel-ordinary, but nothing you'd seek out when not held captive by the enchantment of air-conditioning and piped-in adult contemporary music. Of course, your mileage may vary.
When I mentioned my visit, a food-savvy coworker practically gushed enthusiasm for his butter chicken and palak paneer. For my $5, I was reasonably pleased with the daily dal, a somewhat soupy concoction of disintegrated yellow lentils. Just thick enough not to be actual soup, it boasted a pleasant and punchy array of spices, perking up the otherwise mild dish. Mustard seed, cumin, turmeric and red chile bounced along, adding alternating dusky, earthy and pungent flair and popping with texture from some still-partially-intact spices.