1/5 Tejaswi S. 2 months ago on Google • 66 reviews New
Ugh,
I
don't
even
know
where
to
begin
nitpicking
the
atrocities
one
has
to
face
while
dining
here,
even
after
76
years
of
independence.
All
I
can
say
is
that
this
restaurant
promises
a
direct
ticket
to
the
1930s.
Honestly,
this
place
is
so
pathetic
that
I'm
not
even
mad
anymore,
I'm
literally
laughing
at
how
brainwashed
the
staff
is,
running
around
wagging
their
invisible
tails
after
the
non-indians,
when
India
has
clearly
surpassed
their
nations
in
status,
respect,
economy
and
whatnot,
by
a
light
year.
😂
Let's
get
to
the
details
now.
First
off,
upon
entering
the
premises,
we
were
greeted
by
a
surprising
sight
of
utter
chaos.
Waiters
wandering
around
aimlessly,
dining
tables
placed
in
a
rather
disorganized
manner,
and
plenty
of
guests
standing
all
over
the
place
waiting
to
be
seated.
There
was
not
a
single
person
in
charge.
The
head
waiter
had
no
control
over
his
brigade.
He
just
stood
there,
shrugging
his
shoulders
with
no
shame
or
remorse
whatsoever.
After
battling
our
way
through
equally-annoyed
guests
for
a
table,
like
one
fights
for
a
seat
on
the
Delhi
metro,
we
finally
got
seated
20
minutes
upon
arrival.
The
initial
battle
had
been
won.
But
who
knew
it
was
just
getting
started...
Upon
getting
seated,
we
were
instantly
teleported
to
the
Pre-independence
era.
We
saw
ourselves
fighting
for
our
right
to
food
against
the
non-Indians,
but
what
stood
in
the
middle
was
the
British
Indian
Waiter
Army.
These
culinary
soldiers
had
sworn
allegiance
to
the
other
side
and
wouldn't
dare
interact
with
their
own
people,
let
alone
serve
them.
For
the
next
30
minutes,
we
watched
this
army
fluttering
around
faithfully,
putting
in
their
hard
work,
giving
their
all,
providing
the
'aliens'
with
the
world's
best
service,
foolishly
displaying
their
greed
for
the
big
tips.
Time
flew
by,
and
we
kept
waiting.
My
fellow
Indians,
seated
on
adjacent
tables,
were
getting
restless
by
the
minute.
It
had
been
45
minutes
since
our
arrival,
and
we
hadn't
even
seen
the
menu
card
yet.
....
(still
waiting)
....
Another
15
minutes
passed,
and
finally,
as
the
non-Indians
started
to
disperse,
it
was
then
that
the
British
Indian
Waiter
Army
started
taking
our
orders,
and
the
Indian
people
were
finally
looked
after.
But
alas,
the
attitude
of
the
waiters
didn't
change.
The
service
was
slower
than
the
snail,
and
food
preparation
time
felt
like
an
eternity.
Hilariously
(and
downright
disgustingly)
enough,
the
second
half
of
our
dining
experience
was
a
tad
bit
better,
only
because,
by
that
time,
our
waiter
happened
to
be
a
little
drunk,
and
so
it
was
easy
to
convince
him
to
serve
us
first.
🤷♂️😂
So,
this
brings
us
to
the
end
of
the
British-India
experience.
If
you've
come
this
far,
thanks
for
your
patience.
But
wait,
there's
more.
I
am
yet
to
describe
the
food.
Here
it
goes.
My
companions
ordered
North
Indian
dishes
while
I
went
for
a
risotto.
The
quantity
offered
in
both
the
Dal
and
the
Sabzi
was
so
underwhelming
for
the
price
charged
that
they
were
fully
eaten
even
before
the
chapatis
could
be
finished.
😬
They
ordered
a
pot
of
tea
afterward,
but
it
took
20
minutes
to
be
delivered,
and
that
too,
with
the
waiter
forgetting
the
sugar
sachets.
So,
another
5
minute
wait
for
the
sugar.
(facepalm)
As
for
my
risotto,
it
was
cooked
well
and
tasted
pretty
good
for
my
liking.
My
dessert,
too,
was
prepared
and
plated
with
finesse.
Still,
I
couldn't
enjoy
my
meal
at
all,
having
gone
through
an
experience
that
was
absolutely
uncalled
for.
I
would
never
recommend
this
restaurant.
If
you
happen
to
see
this
place,
turn
around
and
run
as
fast
as
the
wind
can
carry
you.