Two Chefs

This restaurant is now closed. Location no longer in business but the town has many other good places to eat.

Living in the HRM, it is hard to believe that one would travel to a rural town to enjoy some great Indian fare but believe me, it is worth the trip!
Their Indian buffet is impressive — lots of variety, fantastic flavour and did I mention buffet?
In the past their use of hot curry has been limited because the locals just aren’t used to much ethnic food aside from Chinese offerings but over time they’ve built up their taste buds and now the dishes do have a bit more heat than they originally did.
Décor is plain and under stated. Our two small children were welcomed and although they aren’t fans of Indian food (yet!) there were other options on the menu for them as well as others in your party who may not be ready to delve into a different type of cuisine.
Staff was attentive, friendly and welcoming.
If you’re looking for a great destination for a summer drive, head on down the South Shore to Bridgewater. What you find there just might surprise you and your taste buds :-)

Was biking through Bridgewater and used Unilocal to find this place
Staff are friendly and food was great.
It seems that it has been bought by new people but the food was good.

After three days of canoeing and hiking in Kejimkujik park, four filthy, exhausted and ravenous campers celebrated their return to civilization by splurging out at the only non-​fast food restaurant still open in Bridgewater at the end of the day.
Two Chefs was fantastic, if a bit bizarre. The sign on the outside featured as a postscript the words «A Nice Place to Dine». This reduced the entire carload to hysterics for a good two minutes, although in their defense, they were not at their best. Inside, the restaurant seemed to bill itself as an Indian restaurant. An interesting choice, considering at least half the menu featured Canadian/​distinctly non-​Indian food, and there wasn’t a hint of curry in the air.
Misgivings arose among the campers. Was the quality of the Indian food to blame for the westernization of the menu, décor and air quality? For that matter, could they bring themselves to order Canadian food in an Indian restaurant? Filthy weekend vagabonds or not, these campers were cosmopolitan urbanites. They were from Halifax. Confusion took them.
One of the campers, the only man in the group, took a stand. He was more famished by circumstances than the others. More impatient by nature.
He was having the chicken. It had cranberries inside it, and either apples, or or swiss cheese, or both or something completely different altogether. The menu had been a blur at the end. Two of the others ordered the same, the third muttered something unintelligible and gestured wildly at the menu she could no longer summon the strength to hold. The waitress nodded in perfect understanding and departed.
When the food arrived, the campers had eaten neither their napkins, nor each other. This was a testament to the swiftness of the food’s arrival. Also, they had been served warm rolls. The rolls had been delightful.
It’s said that hunger is the best sauce, so a detailed review of the taste and presentation of the meals would be inaccurate at best. Over appetizers, the campers raved and screamed to the amusement and bewilderment of their fellow diners. When the main course arrived, however, silence hung over the table. The other diners watched in silence. The campers were too busy to speak now. They ate. They shared astonished glances. They offered samples, in return for more samples. As the portions diminished, they zealously guarded their own dinner’s remains. They ate, and they were whole.
When the waitress arrived to inquire about dessert, the campers nodded in unison. They were united by the depth of their satisfaction. Their purpose was the same now, like bees. Bees who were going to eat pie.
Bills were paid. Teeth were picked, and mints were eaten. The campers drove north into the night, contented and feeling rewarded after their weekend of strenuous adventure. Of course the meal had been wonderful, they would tell their friends for days, weeks after their return. After three days of near constant exercise fueled by cliff bars, spilled granola with pebbles and lukewarm coffee? It had to be fantastic. They had earned it. They deserved it.
Besides, the sign had promised it.
And it was a nice place to dine after all.

All I can say is WATER PLEASE!!!
Wow, this had to have been the hottest curry dish I have ever eaten.
We order two dishes of curried chicken. I have to say, it was almost too hot for me. I have never eaten curry that made me sweat, lol. It was intense! We did order the hottest of three, maybe that is where we went wrong. The chicken was very tender though and it came with basmati rice, thank goodness.
There were also two clubhouse’s ordered, from the others at the table. They were very good, real chicken breasts used, grilled for the sandwich. One of the best clubs we have had.
This is a pleasant restaurant and has a buffet as well.
It was moderately priced for the curry and sandwich.