As soon as I read about Ragam, I knew we had to go. From The Age's Epicure review of Ragam, one word mattered the most. 'Malayali'. The people who run this place hails from Malayali and so does N's father side of the family. In addition, finding a nice classy Indian restaurant has always presented a bit of a challenge for us and this looked like a real gem.
After finishing work in the Doncaster Westfield I got out of there as fast as I could so I wouldn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for parking and thus arrived a little earlier than expected. We took our time wandering around the Merc's dealership next door giggling at the A-Class hatchbacks and dreaming about the SLK's
We ventured in at about 6 o'clock and was warmly greeted by a sari-clad matron and led to a window seat. Four crisp papadams were quickly set down in front of us along with yoghurt and chutney based sauces.
The rose lassi was initially uber creamy because I was too impatient to wait for the ice to melt. But it thinned out during the meal and reached a much smoother consistency. The flavour was sweet but not too overt and it balanced out the spiciness of the curries so nicely.