Oh, how I dream of the Madras Palace as I sit in some Himalaya Rani Namaskar joint in Berlin, gamely choking down another over-creamy curry. And how pleasing to be back in that shabby interior, jostling amongst the grandmas at the buffet, spearing an uthapam, ladling out some chana dal payasam, eating to happy excess. Everything's fresh, everything's deeply flavorful, the menu is different each time I come, and nothing on that menu is taken from the Indian Restaurant Generator (palak paneer devotees will have to look elsewhere). After years and years of Berlin, I find the suburban strip mall location merely piquant rather than soul destroying. Note that the lunch buffet is the way to go!