Sumptuous sauces, tantalising Nans and succulent meats combine to offer an exciting and euphoric eating experience, one of the best in south Birmingham. HOWEVER, be aware, the place's usual tranquility gets usurped after 11pm when pi***d up Mike Skinner wannabes dripping in fake gold and sometimes up to two mobile phones hanging form branded B.F.C. lanyards attired in lacoste, nike and addidas shimmer as they fall trough the door with their plastic bags full of Carling or Stella Artios or "wife beater" as it is locally known. Except in summer when checked shirts are substituted for sleeveless t-shirts to display their gallery of tattooed swallows and odes to dead relatives and a consensus of their offspring, should they forget to claim maintenance When this happens the ambiance is replaced by crackling mobile phones placed on the tables unclipped from the lanyards whilst blasting out some repetitive song in which the only the words audible are n****r and shank. Although the quality of food is just as good and the staff endeavour to remain as amiable as they were an hour before. Braving the tirades of NF chants about P*** taking their jobs, food fights and the odd outbreak of a fight, the waiters unfazed are as attentive as ever almost protective especially when you accidentally stir one of the clientele's anger by ignoring an insulting comment aimed at your dinner guest. Recommended by: dodd - 21 10 2007
Royal Watan – Selly Oak