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Air Conditioned
Cards Accepted
Locally Popular
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Lunch
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12:00 PM - 3:30 PM
Dinner
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7:00 PM - 10:30 PM
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Serves North Indian cuisine with a wide variety of choices. Locally popular place and advance reservation recommended. |
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6/3/2009 4:39:22 PM
Reviewed By:Rajib
"You do get more than the parathas"
Why, oh why, does Bangalore have to pick up a fad and do it to death? First, we had the Chinese, which we did to death with gobi manchurian from darshinis, then we had grilled sandwiches, which we slaughtered by filling with chana masala + cheese, palak paneer + cheese, fruits + cheese. Now it is the turn of Old Delhi food. Very soon, we will have eclectic mixes of god-knows-what, what with a new Delhi food place opening up every once in a while.
OK, now let's go to the review proper. Valet parking is a good idea, since this area of Bangalore is a nightmare when it comes to parking. The keeper of the gates ushered us, with a nice smile, to a corner table on the first floor. Till now, everything looked good. The tables are inlaid with mother-of-pearl designs, soft music is wafting from the speakers. The waiter hands us a menu card, and promptly asks us to place our order. OK, give me a few minutes while I peruse the menu. No problems, says the chap, and disappears.
After a couple of minutes, we are ready to order. But every waiter in the place is refusing eye-contact. So, I actually raise my hand and wave, semaphore style, and the same chappie reluctantly trudges in. OK, I will have a dahi bhalla and a kabab mixed platter. Some beer to go along with it? Nope, I'm driving. I can see his thought process - what a cheapstake. The dahi bhalla comes up to the table in 10 minutes. The kabab platter will take longer, sir, the man intones. No problems, just get it when it is ready. Within 5 minutes, teh platter arrives, and there is not enough space on the table. Can you get it when I ask for it? OK sir (what a cheapo!). After another 5 minutes, I try locating the chappie for my kabab platter. Sir, it will take another 15 minutes. And why? Because we have served it at another table, and we have to get a fresh one made for you (aha, told you so!). Fine, meanwhile, can I order the main course? Not me, sir, you have to order it through another guy - that one (general finger-pointing in a vague direction).
By now, I was getting irritated. So, get me the 'other man in my life' now. OK, and the zephyr departs. No 'other man' for 15 minutes. But yes, he does appear after 15 minutes, sans kabab platter. Are you ready to order? Of course, I was ready to order 15 minutes back. So what, sir? I am here, and I can take your order now. Fine, so get me some Jaipuri parathas, keema kaleja and a mutton biriyani. How about some beer to go with your kababs? I am incredulous by this point - what kababs? I have been waiting for those kababs for the last half-hour. (Disdainful glance - cheapo, can't even afford a beer).
Finally the kabaabs make an appearance. No lemon. Can a get a lemon? Yes, sir. Another 15 minutes, but which time the kabaabs are over, and I am about to blow my top. The lemon appears, along with a smug smile from the waiter (see I told you not to make me run errands!). He sees that the kabaabs are over, and he departs with the lemon slices.
The entree makes an entry after another 15 minutes. How many 15 minutes have passed by now? OK, the food is slightly cold, but tastes good. But I see that we have ordered too much, so can you please pack it? OK, but give us some time. Why? The restaurant is nearly empty - what makes you guys so busy? Anyway, we are stuck with the food, so we can't even move. After another 15 minutes, somebody appears with the bill, and takes the excess food away. The payment is prompt, along with the 10% service charge tagged to the bill. That, I presume, is becuase the service is so bad that nobody tips. Anyway, I scratch out the service charge, tell the management that I am not paying any kind of charge whatsoever for non-existant service, and not to expect a visit from me anytime soon. The packed up food arrives.
As I am exiting the place, the keeper of the gates gives me an enigmatic smile (which looks like a devilish grin by now), and asks how I liked my dinner. I gave him something between a grin and a grunt.
After I reached home, I checked the packed food. Ah, ha, half the food which I sent for packaing has not been put in. So More Than Parathas HAS had the last laugh!
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