thats what the cook must have been before he came here. have been there twice( not because i liked it , cos not too many options otherwise)
each item that have eaten is sad, the gravyys are like oil spill, u can literally bottle the oil and sell it back , the nans ( indian bread) are like pahysical training for the gums.
the only attraction is the poor girl dancing every half hour on some lousy unknown indian song. this can also be enjoyed only the first time as she keeps repeating the same steps for ever. as of now i think even i could do a couple of them myself...ha
to top it up check the surds ( sikhs...with the beard and turbun)at the lobby entrance . these chaps are also fakes not really sikhs.
do we call that theier trade secret.....
amyindl
jim
