Asian Restaurants in Bolton Le Sands

“Brilliant food and brilliant service!! Not been here since I was young and it’s still just as tasty”

“We arrived late into the service without booking. We were passing and hungry.
They fitted us in and the food was excellent.”

“It was a daily drill for most till they discovered this resthouse. That ten mile walk...that memorable walk once over.....this IS what the heart aims for. ..I hang up my painting there, snap in the center of the dining hall.....as if I own this palace. My oil painting spells one of the names of Allah that I paint with mind and soul combined without using the brush.Hands only..All sorts of generals with their family members, young officers, artists, doctors, engineers, hunters, teachers, architects, students come here to chill out. If we dont get a reservation or we do get a reservation the last thing you want, is to snuggle in those crisp sheets at night. You would never see me inside that building ever at night but out in the field enjoying the celebration of being a part of the creation of Allah.There is camping, basketball,table tennis, boxing, karate, badminton, chess, golf and even hunting on the cards. You name it, they will get it for you.Even invent it, if need be! Thats called hospitality. U can do something creative and chase butterflies without throwing yourself off a cliff.I mean its fun! The real beauty is the lime green grass, the swimming competition in the clouds and the wise cracks on mineral water vs spring water by their handsome waiting staff.There is zero tolerance for drama and makeup that I learnt fast. You learn the Art of loving yourself with all your shortcomings and failures and embrace life whole heartedly.Going back to a souless city shrieks havoc as you begin to spiral down and out.I usually love to meditate under trees and listen to the unsual chirping of mysterious birds while deciding which peak to conquer first. Also watch students from Punjab and Balochistan come in like waves and get a whiff of fresh air here.The food is Kashmiri so you wont be bored.The flute and Pahari Henco and Kashmiri songs have their own lingo and a qired taste.Cigar smoke fills the air as generals sit with their families telling stories of inflicting heavy losses to India and how weak and afraid the Indian Army really is. There is enormous respect for the brave jawans living lonely lives on the LOC while offering their lives on behalf of Pakistani citizens.Tea is served with a smile and reminder that we must head home soon.Those who are fashion convicts are forever complaining till the dawn of simplicity sets in on their souls. The service here is like a mother tending to her babies, with warmth and hospitality.The air is pure and relaxing.Students are seen sketching maps, playing board games and reading books under the Greenwood trees.I dont see anyone whining or complaining there.I am looking forward to going there again because home is where the heart is. I rest my case in expressing my love for this Far Far Pavillion.Where words end, this journey begins...”