In a predominantly Jewish area on Beverly Boulevard in Los Angeles, laced with shops, restaurants, and Torah, is an oasis of Indian cuisine that is seventeen years young. The atmosphere of Indian’s Oven awaits your presence. Welcome…
One of the things I love about Los Angeles is how very strong cultures can co-exist and are tolerant. Sometimes the melding and close proximity create something unique in fashion, food, art, and ideas.
Indian’s Oven serves Northern Indian cuisine with almost every Indian beer on the market. The manager, Kamal, is wearing a perfect shade of sky blue turban. He has a beard reminiscent of the three wise men. Kamal means lotus. He is from Puzrat, India.
The music that rings in my ears is something to groove to, especially when drinking Golden Eager beer. The food is home style Indian food. I am not an Iron Chef judge, however, I do have a thirty five year old love for Indian food. I would have to add that the Chappati is near perfection. There is not one trace of raw dough to be seen. I wish this place could be open for breakfast as well. Actually, it is…well, almost. They open at 10:30 and offer some transitional Indian breakfast items. Ranjit, my server, has a winning smile for sure. His name means winner, and he definitely is. His service has won my appreciation. The menu is divided into two understandable categories in this very intricate and complex cuisine.
Indian’s Oven is the neighborhood. It is a friend when you don’t want to think about it…Hospitality is at a high pitch. I dig that because in this environment of America, which the tone for the most part is pretty juvenile without the fun of youth, I can enjoy Indian’s Oven.
