My friend and I went here tonight, as I was particularly looking for a place on Devon that had a vegetarian thali. I LOVE Indian food but I don't like to eat one giant helping of okra or one giant helping of beans. You know what I'm saying? A thali is the only way I will eat Indian for dinner, unless I'm with enough people to share a few dishes.
So we walk in to this VERY casual place, seat ourselves, and then we wait. And wait. And wait. There were three or four waiters (?) moping around, sort of wandering aimlessly. There were a few other tables with people who seemed to be looking around in slight desperation. There was one vacant table full of used dishes, glasses, etc.
Oh, when we sat down, there was a bottle of windex and a rag on the table, because the table had not been cleaned. A teenage boy came over and removed the windex and rag - without cleaning the table. But no biggie.
After several waiters (I use the term loosely and with uncertainty) passed by without giving us a second look, I stopped the teenage boy and asked him what was going on. He said he would go and get a waiter for us.
We waited some more. I wondered out loud if we were not being served because we weren't Indian. No, seriously. Because this older man with a writing tablet went over to a table of two Indian women who sat down after us, and took their order before taking ours. Maybe it's because they were women. Most likely, it's because he could actually verbally communicate with them.
Another teenage boy came out and told us he would be with us shortly. Then he disappeared again. The first teenage boy came back and asked if someone took our order. We said no. Then he rolled his eyes and said, "This is my first day. And tomorrow, I quit."
Things were not looking good. We'd been there for fifteen minutes and had yet to be served in any fashion. Not even water.
But after we made a slight fuss, the older man came over with his writing tablet. Turns out, he speaks absolutely NO English. We wanted to ask a couple of questions. They had two different versions of a veggie thali. He was able to tell us what comes on one of the thalis (Bartha, chana, and sag), but he said the other thali comes only with chana. Of course that can't be right, because that wouldn't be a thali. But we gave up since the one he could describe sounded great. We each ordered the thali, hoping the man understood us.
We ordered a coffee and a lassi as well.
We waited another ten minutes. No drinks. We did finally get water. The water was nice- no ice and no dirty taste. Maybe we were just desperate to have something in our mouths but we both thought the tap water was outstanding.
You must be wondering why I gave this place a good review, right?
Aside from being possibly the WEIRDEST service experience I've ever had in a restaurant, once the food finally came out, it was absolutely unbelievable. Hands down, the best Indian food I've ever had. The thali had pappadum (for sure the best I've had), a samosa (insanely orgasmic) a giant piece of naan (perfect), chana (amazeballs), sag paneer (I don't like paneer but the sag was outstanding), and bangan bartha (beyond superb), as well as raita (tasted like eggs and I did not like it) and one of those little cream deserts with pistacchio on top (perfect for the naan). For $15, it was enough food to feed a village. Both my friend and I had foodgasms.
He liked his lassi that finally arrived with the food (we had to ask three different people where are drinks were, finally having to get up from the table and ask the man who seemed to be the owner). My coffee - which was served in a Christmas mug that said "I LOVE YOU" on it - was cold and tasted like chocolate milk sprinkled with some kind of chemical. I was not amused at all, but who cares - I was in the throes of food delirium.
I will be thinking about this food for a long time, and I will be back. read more