Masala

Ex-pats (myself included) tend to breed mediocrity in a city such as Hong Kong which lends itself to transient diners that lack the tenacity and standards that many food enlightened cities exhibit. Simply put: most patrons of restaurants such as Masala simply aren't invested in the city enough to vote with their wallets. Sub-par food is accepted because it's the path of least resistance. In a few months, most customers will be off to another city. Apathy trumps principle.
Masala exists - but thankfully doesn't thrive - because there's a distinct lack of better options around (with the lone exception of Namaste Kitchen, but that's another review). Ironic for a neighborhood dominated by British ex-pats who love their curries. Therefore I can only assume that their very existence hinges on the price, which are fair given the portion of food.
Price to portion ratio aside, the food is dismal. A perfunctory green salad was watery, wilted and dressed to hell. The rice was desiccate and treated with the same level of pervaded apathy. Naan was at least warm and fluffy but oddly tasted of un-cooked flour. My lamb madras curry ($90 set) was dutifully spicy, which was a wonderful distraction from the gristle and chewiness of the lamb.
The single greatest positive of Masala's dining experience would be the front of house staff, who are unfailingly polite and punctual. However the most chipper of experiences can't off-set dismal food.

lamb madras

$90