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| - Y'know, I had to give myself a while to get over the figurative gastronomical blue balls I suffered at the hands of Flavors of India. So here's the scoop. I'm a business guy. This place isn't much to look at from the outside and there weren't but a couple of cars outside. They've a banner touting their differentiating advantage... "Ice cold Coca Cola served here." Ok, you have Coke..grand. 1965 is jealous. But I loooove Indian food & even though I couldn't tell if they served alcoholic beverages, specifically Indian beers, from the online menu (they do) we throw caution to the wind & go on anyway. We could always leave, right?
So upon entering we're immediately seized by the most pleasant aroma... Imagine the aroma scent finger seducing you to scarf down the big steaks like in Tom and Jerry. Seriously, I saw that. It smelled delicious.
The gentleman who greeted us was pleasant and I assume the owner. I've driven by here dozens of times and like I said, I seldom see more than a couple cars here. Today was no different. There were a total of 5 tables being occupied. The people at 2 were eating and 2 were wrapping up in idle chatter. At first I figured the lone server, who I figured to be the owner's wife as they were close in age, was simply being conscientious in not wanting to rush us to order. After she passed our table a half dozen times and managed to avoid the eye contact we tried to connect with, we were able to ask what the really good looking food the couple at the booth next to us was. Maybe it was my imagination, but the answers was curt and she seemed slightly annoyed. Again, as a business person I'd be excited. Clue: those are buying signals. We'd been there 10 minutes or so now and hadn't ordered. Again, there are just 5 booths/tables occupied and all are nestled together in a tight cluster and I'm situated between two of them. After another 4 or 5 passes from 1 to 3 and skipping me at table two, I wave, say "excuse me" and the lady puts up the "hold on finger" before I finally get her to let me order a beer and appetizers. Clue: I'm buying alcohol and appetizers, we're polite and well coifed. We may be a good table. The sales guy in me is screaming inside at her inattention by now. After 25+ minutes and having not been able to order an entree in a relatively empty place, it's a wrap. I ask for the check. They tell me they were changing over their oil to explain delay. What's that got to do with paying attention to a customer? Nada. I take the samosas to go and head to one of my fav restaurants instead. It's a shame really, because I ate one of those samosas in the car and it was damned good. I mean, it was frickin' delicious and I suspect the solid reviews they've had on food would hold up. If only these guys could get selected to go on Bar Rescue to learn to attract and keep new customers.
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