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1/5/2010 4:09:55 PM
Reviewed By:Rajib
"This is a restaurant in a starred hotel??!!!!"
It was my anniversary, and my wife recommended that we vist Memories of China. So I called up and made a reservation. So far, so good. The nightmare started after I drove in. There was a crowd of foreigners at the portico, so naturally, us Indians are second-class citizens at the place. After a few strong words to the valet parking guys, I finally got one of them to accept the car keys. Once I walked into the restaurant - which resembles a particularly dingy Darshini (I have seen Darshinis which are better), there was no usher at the desk. Here I am standing out there with my wife, with no idea whom to talk to get to a table. Suddenly, an unshaven chap (seriously, at least 3 days' growth of beard on him) walks to us and says - I am not making this up - "What do you want?", with that stupid hand gesture - fingers curled, thumb out, acting as if he is inserting a rod into a hole. Yes, my man, I am here to have dinner. "So what about your reservation?" this unshaven beauty has the nerve to ask - the entire place is empty, you see. Yes, there is a reservation. Fine, can you please take a table by the bathroom? No, I won't. Everything else is reserved. Fine, then unreserve it. After this scintillating repartee, I finally got a table. After the menu card arrives, I order and am informed by ANOTHER bearded beauty that the food will take at least 15 minutes. Yeah, OK. Of course, I KNOW that the food will take at least 30 minutes to arrive and I am not wrong. The food makes its appearance - it is cold and congealed. By this time, I wanted to dunk the entire bowl of noodles on the waiter's head - but was held back by my wife (why do you want to waste the food you will have to pay for, anyway?) In the meantime, we were treated to a spectacle of a couple of foreigners seated at the next table with no less than seven people dancing attendance to them, whereas I had to actually rap my fork against my glass to get a refill of water. At the end of the meal, they roll out a cake, which is very obviously recycled (the top has a hard chocolate coating with Happy Anniversary written on the top and Happy Birthday written at the bottom). One bite, and I know that this cake has been there from the time Nehru made his famous "Tryst with Destiny" speech. The best I could do was send it back. When they roll in with the bill and I pay, I have the decided that the least I can do is not leave a tip. The first bearded beauty runs after me with the bill -- "Saar, saar, you forgot the tip". Huh? well, here goes a 1 rupee coin for you, my man. Of course, getting my car back took another 15 minutes, with a few other Indians shouting at the valet that preferential treatment to foreigners while in India is just not the done thing. Bottomline -- Taj Residency should go beakc to the days of the residency and post a notice "DOGS AND INDIANS NOT ALLOWED". At least, then I would know where I stand.
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1/5/2010 3:48:26 PM
Reviewed By:Rajib
"This is a restaurant in a starred hotel??!!!!"
It was my anniversary, and my wife recommended that we land up at Memories of China. So, I made a reservation. So far, so good.
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