Dammika's- Malaysian Food Galore with a touch of Sri Lankan and South Indian Flavours

It's been 120 days, for it's new owner, Rupert Jones since he took over the helm of Dammika's-a well-known Sri Lankan and South Indian restaurant in the heart of London-with it's strategic location, just stone's away from Buckingham Palace. During that 120 days- a lot has changed in the outlook of Dammika's but it's food still remain one-of-a-kind. In addition to it's indigenous flavour and authenticity of spices and fresh ingredients from Sri Lanka and South India, Dammika's now has addition of the unique flavour and taste of Malaysia's cuisines to it's melting pot of food and culture; of course with a spark of a service full of smiles and warm welcome.

If you have been too long away from Asian home or missing home food during short visit to the Queen's City, Dammika's will certainly be a cocoon of your favourite healthy food that one would not want to miss.

The every day menu consist of Rice, Hoppers, String Hoppers, Coconut Roti(bread), Dosa, Vegetable curry's, the famous fish curry, chicken curry and many more.

It's luxurious curries-full of many different flavours is a test to your taste and make you wonder the simplicity and complexity of the spices used.

The gourmet meal from last night's buffet was all worth for a raise of our thumbs. They were simply delicious and fulfilling. For me, the Nyonya Fish Curry, Crab 'varuval', and the Chilli Prawns are definitely the winners of the nights cookery.

The group of 50 guests who were there for an early Christmas celebration in Malaysian-Style might agree with me too.

It's a night filled with laughter, friendship, networking, some business talk and a little bit of politics with the approaching Britain's mid-December Election.

The dessert was a colourful trio- kuih bingka made from Tapioca from Malaysia, Watalappam- beautifully spiced Sri Lankan pudding and Gulab Jamun, the Indian soft dough balls soaked in sugary syrup.

The combination is well presented to seal a perfect dining with sweet memories. For the Malaysian born accountant turned entrepreneur in the field of education, health care, development, Rupert Jones, Dammika's is a triumph of his childhood passion, his late dad, Antony Jones's hard work and his mother, Cecil Jones's guidance. The pass 120 days is the testimony of his carefully planned effort. Meanwhile, the many other days to come will be a test of perseverance of his profound dreams for Dammika's

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