Kathmandu Palace

You're walking down Old Bridge Street heading towards the cathedral when you catch the smell—cardamom, cumin, something warm and alive in the air. That's Kathmandu Palace doing what it does best: making you want to eat immediately. The dining room feels welcoming rather than fussy, the sort of place where groups of mates tuck in alongside couples on a Friday night, and nobody's pretending to be anywhere else. The kitchen takes its momos, curries and thali seriously, the kind of food that tastes like someone actually knows what they're doing rather than just following a formula. Service is genuinely friendly without being intrusive, and at these prices you're getting proper value.