"Visibility level: Baggage reclaim at a provincial airport Namak Mandi’s downstairs dining area is a frenetic, brightly lit space with an eclectic mixture of tiling that Kevin McCloud could only dream of. Upstairs of this Tooting Pashtun restaurant is where it gets really good though. A mixture of private rooms that shift from boudoir to the interior of a rural dentist’s waiting room. There is simply no better place to demolish an entire lamb." - jake missing
"Namak Mandi is a riot. But no meal is quite as fun, or as gluttonous, as a lamb feast in this Tooting restaurant’s private upstairs rooms. With some planning, you and a group of up to 20 friends can find yourselves sitting cross-legged eating a sumptuous, slow-cooked whole lamb with an extremely necessary fan going full pelt overhead. Just know that without a reservation, you’re not getting a table at this Pashtun restaurant." - jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley
"This Pashtun restaurant in Tooting operates at a million miles per hour, but once you’re sitting cross-legged on cushions in a private room upstairs—surrounded by friends, loved ones, and a jurassic amount of slow-cooked lamb on a bed of rice laced with sweet carrots and raisins—you’ll find your own pace. The room at Namak Mandi isn’t fancy and you need serious stomachs to get through this pre-ordered beast. But trust us, this isn’t a meal you’ll eat or forget in a hurry." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
"What’s more important on your birthday? The fuss, the glamour, or the spread that’s put on for you? If your answer is the latter, then you should be giving Namak Mandi a call, stat. The Tooting Pashtun restaurant offers an experience, a meal, and a workout all in one. If you’ve pre-ordered the lamb sajji, they’ll seat you in one of their white-lit, pillow-laden upstairs glutton chambers. Here you’ll sit cross-legged, eat a nation’s supply of kabli pulao, and attack some of the most luscious, tender meat in London." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
"Namak Mandi, a Pashtun restaurant, is constantly fizzing, bubbling, flaming, moving, and smoking. Discus-shaped crispy chapli kebabs being cooked in crackling fat soundtrack the room, enormous hanging Afghan naans float past like edible comfort blankets, and flame-torched woks full of fresh karahi are constantly stirred and swapped. It’s a riot any day of the week (so make sure you book), but no meal is quite as fun as a feast in the private upstairs rooms. With some careful planning, you and a group of friends (up to 20) can find yourselves sitting cross-legged eating a sumptuous, slow-cooked whole lamb." - rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, daisy meager, sinead cranna