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| - This place gets 4 stars as much for it's decor -and I use the term ironically- as it does for it's food. There is a majestic, beautiful, and semi-completed building on site but that's not where you eat.
You eat in crowded portables at rickety tables with paper plates and water cups which I suspect the kitchen staff purposely dent so they fall over as soon as you fill them with water. Hilarious!
The must-see place is the bathroom. At least the ladies' room. Take a thrilllng walk through the kitchen, smile at the fellas slaving over the tandoori oven, take care not to trip on uneven floor tiles, and after a fashion you end up in an embassy bathroom. Mums, take note: spanking clean change tables WITH TV so the babes can be distracted while you clean.
The food? Good. Greasy. Smoky. Heavy on sauce and light on portions, especially for meat. The first thing you will be given is a wilted lettuce leaf and a depressed slice of onion. Don't eat it. Don't run away. They are tricking you. The food that comes after is quite good but the "salad" is used as a device here, that's all.
Don't get the samosas. Go across to Moti Mahal for those, and please check your bill each and every time. There is almost always an error, and strangely, not likely to be in your favour.
I could go on for hours but the upshot of this place is that the thrill in the location, not the food Go elsewhere if you are doing takeout.
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