No self-respecting Londonist would ever move to San Francisco in search of curry. Yes, London. The home of no less than two Michelin-starred Indian Chefs and more curry houses than you can shake a sheek kebab at. (And that's just on Brick Lane.) What are the poor old expats to do when searching for a fix of post-lager Chicken Tikka Masala at 11 p.m. on a Friday night? The answer is probably, not much, save fly straight back to Blighty. If forking out several hundred dollars for a plane ticket inflates the value of a plate of biryani a few dollars over the level of excessive, then tell your English mates they could do worse than try Darbar instead.