Monday Dinner Desperation
There was a minor good news at work on Monday and we decided to go to one of the Indian restaurants for dinner. Now that we have 2 good Indian restaurants, we are slightly pampered for choice. Unfortunately though, both the good restaurants are closed on Mondays. So we hem and haw for a while and decide to pay a visit to our bete-noir which we call distaste of India. We convinced ourselves that in the 3 years since we last ate there they ought to have improved.
Now we can only chastise ourselves for the sheer naivete. The food, inspite of our asking to be made as spicy as possible, was bland and flavourless. I was aghast when they gave us Sriracha when we asked for some hot chutney. How can any self-respecting Indian restaurant serve a mass produced hot-sauce? Hard to comprehend. The ambience was equally worse. Nailed all over the walls were chamki-filled Indian scenes which were garish and tawdry than alluring. The table clothes had full-figured women that were vulgar. We also ended up with upset stomachs and Paavana also caught a fever in the bargain. I blame the restaurant.
Now we can only chastise ourselves for the sheer naivete. The food, inspite of our asking to be made as spicy as possible, was bland and flavourless. I was aghast when they gave us Sriracha when we asked for some hot chutney. How can any self-respecting Indian restaurant serve a mass produced hot-sauce? Hard to comprehend. The ambience was equally worse. Nailed all over the walls were chamki-filled Indian scenes which were garish and tawdry than alluring. The table clothes had full-figured women that were vulgar. We also ended up with upset stomachs and Paavana also caught a fever in the bargain. I blame the restaurant.
2 Comments:
Gosh! How horrible. Must have been one terrible experience. And to think this place is still surviving! I just hope it is not thriving.
Thanks for the commiseration. It is counter-intuitive but the place does OK.
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