chickens beware. i was charged $21 for diced chicken floating in a warm bowl of milk peppered with a few basic herbs and spices. had mad cow disease spread throughout australia and all chickens migrated to the northern hemisphere i could begin to understand the inflated price, but for what was as flavourless as watered down clotted cream filled with buttery jelly cubes and an even worse texture, i simply cannot justify. that said, if i had to spent the money again, i would almost prefer this option over one of their butter chicken curries. dare i say that if mcdonald's had an indian menu it would, by default, sit leagues above the slop that i assured my friend upon arrival would be absolutely brilliant. an ambient vibe ruined by the faint sound of chickens turning en masse in their graves to mourn for their mistreated comrades. the waiters were fine, and by and large creative, managing to find a discrepancy between 'butter chicken' and 'indian butter chicken' - well i learned something today, steer clear of both!