Let’s give a standing ovation to the pilau rice. It’s fluffy, it’s fragrant, and it doesn’t clump together into a sad, sticky brick. And the naan bread? We’re talking about the kind of garlic naan that is dangerously good. It’s the size of a small canoe, blistered in all the right places, and dripping with butter and garlic. I’ve seen grown adults fight over the last piece. You have been warned.
The service is the real MVP here. It’s not just efficient; it’s cheeky. The waiters will joke with you, recommend the dish you’re too scared to order, and then bring you a free shot of something sweet and minty at the end. It’s like having a really cool, food-obsessed uncle who runs the place. “You liked it, yeah? I told you so,” they’ll say with a grin. And you know what? They’re right.
