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| - No frills, food first, casual kind of place. For all the lack of attention paid to decor and silverware (think styrofoam plates and plastic utensils, even when dining in), I think Tiffin takes real pride in their food. But call ahead if you want any of the dishes requiring chickpeas or other beans. These require 3 hours of soaking that's not going to happen if you just walk in for lunch. It's quite disappointing to find out that half of the menu is off limits after you've spent the last 15 minutes deciding and psyching yourself up for it, as happened to my vegetarian friend. Oh well, why not drown your sorrows in a Salty Lassi or Masala Chai Tea?
"Service" is a term that is applied pretty liberally here, as you have to go up to the counter yourself to get a menu and pay for your food. I was almost expecting to have to get water ourselves, but the man working the front brought over a pitcher of water and two styrofoam cups after placing our orders. The whole vibe definitely fits in with a strip mall, washed-out, takeout joint. Seating is arranged in booths along the two long walls of the rectangular room, and during our late lunch just one other family came to dine in. I imagine that they don't stock much in the way of cleaning supplies since all the dishware is disposable and the table surfaces are just above the threshold of clean. But at least you know you can roll in wearing sweats, and I haven't had any digestive problems since!
We saw only one matronly chef in the kitchen prepping our food, and it came out in short order. We got a bed of chunky rice to share (meh), some Garlic Naan (B), Samosas (B+), and our individual dishes in small bowls. My Chicken Korma (solid A) was very tender and creamy, and even though I chose "medium spicy", I suspect the kitchen editorialized for this non-Indian diner since I didn't find it had much kick at all. The Samosas are densely packed with spiced potatoes and onions, with a thick and crispy shell. Their compact filling makes them easy to share, though I think you'll find you want to keep them for yourself. The Garlic Naan was soft and fresh, but I've had tastier. It was better used as a vessel to transfer the yummy Korma sauce from bowl to mouth. After the naan ran out, I was tempted to just lick the styrofoam clean but was stopped by propriety. Not that I think anyone there would have cared. What surprised me was my lack of productivity-crippling food coma afterwards. To be sure, the food is filling - but 1.5 samosa + 1.5 naan + Chicken Korma + 1 bowl rice later, I didn't feel like a sack of gravy and even managed a trip to the Indian grocer a few doors down. I'll leave you with the brown man stamp of approval that my friend gave to his food.
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