Just another curry house? NO! An authentic middle eastern and Indian curry spot run by the mosque next door!

Taste – 8.1/10

Atmosphere -6.7/10

Service – 7.2/10

Value – 9/10

Hungover, drained, and peckish. Finding the right craving to cure this decrepit lifestyle can somewhat be challenging. Curry? A slightly bizarre choice for a hangover meal, sure—but it’s got that greasy goodness that somehow works magic on the morning-after blues.

Enter Mosque Kitchen. I’d heard plenty of buzz about this local legend—famous for serving up budget-friendly curries inspired by flavours from both India and the middle-east, catering to everyone from worshippers fresh out of Salat to die-hard foodies like me!

First mission: tracking it down. You’d think, “Easy—just look for a Mosque”. But in Edinburgh, nearly every structure could fit the bill. It’s a city of towering stone silhouettes, where even mosques blend into the skyline. Tucked down a quiet lane, next to a car park, it suddenly revealed itself—gleaming unexpectedly in the sunlight, with a cozy little restaurant nestled right beside it.

Inside felt like stepping into a wine cellar—but not the moody, musky kind. The low, curved ceiling gave it that underground charm, but the bright white walls and gleaming, slightly askew metal tables on either side gave a largely different feel to anything in Edinburgh.

Laid out in classic canteen style, the food was all showcased in towering metal vats. The setup was refreshingly simple: point at what you fancy, pay up, and dive straight in. Dining solo meant I couldn’t sample the whole spread—tragic, really. So I went with the chicken bhuna and rice, plus a side of vegetable samosas, on the friendly recommendation of the young gent behind the counter. Generous portions? Absolutely. Aesthetic appeal? Let’s just say the three samosas were strategically perched on top like culinary confetti, bravely trying to turn a solid 3/10 into a visual masterpiece. Not the prettiest plate I’ve ever seen, but hey—cheap eats aren’t about the glam. The vegetable samosas didn’t quite hit the mark. Maybe it was the late-afternoon lull, but what I got felt like the soggy leftovers—the kind of scrappy bits you’d find at the bottom of a biscuit tin. Sure, the flavour held up, but overall they were underwhelming. A place like this should deliver consistency from open to close, not just shine when the doors first swing open. Brutal honesty? Maybe. But let’s be real—appetisers are just the opening act. The curry? That’s the headliner. A mountain of fragrant rice drenched in rich, red sauce. Each bite was a symphony: heat that gently soothed the sweetness, spices dancing with intensity, and soft, hearty chunks of marinated chicken melting just by the grit of your tongue. Hands down, it was the kind of dish that makes you stop mid-meal and whisper, “This might be the one.”

Mosque kitchen definitely lived up to the expectations—£11 in total including a drink is outright crazy in these current times. The portion could easily feed two people and provide fresh, unique flavours you would never get at your local Indian. This is a spot I will definitely be a regular at, being perfect for solo visitors or large groups.

But now, the real question—the one everyone’s asking: did it cure my hangover? Nope. Not even close. But compared to the greasy despair of a full English that feels like punishment in breakfast form, this was pure redemption on a plate.