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Biryani Combo from New Classic Kitchen

A lazy sunday with loads of personal time and hungry pangs, I got a craving for Biryani. Too lazy to venture in the sun, We ordered a Biryani Combo from New Classic Kitchen. The order was delivered in less than 30 minutes. The food was hot which is a great plus for 4 o clock in the evening. The Biryani was in a bright shade of orange and tempting.  The combo consisted of brinjal curry, onion raitha , chicken 65 and coke. The rice was a bit bland and the flavours did not bind properly. The chicken in the rice was cooked to perfection. It had the right amount of flavour, was soft and fresh. The brinjal curry and rice was delicious. It gave the right flavour without overpowering each other. The raitha was not sour and the onion tasted good. The chicken 65 was the best part of the meal. It had 3 pieces and was fleshy enough. Overall it was a good combo with left me craving for more. I happily sipped my coke to complete the meal. Priced at Rs.160 , it was definetely worth it

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  1. mmmmm.Tingling ...Next time try lalahs masala for chicken 65 and Bombay biriyani.....If you love food and cooking here is a great recipe....the beauty is you can cook other recipes too ....All the best ! Coke no no...I will ditch it for a glass of Butter milk lased with coriander and pepper !

    Enjoy !!! You can get Lalahs in the best stores like nilgiris, heritage fresh,Nuts n spices etc...

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