Restaurant critique

DO NOT EAT AT:

Sahib Sindhi Sultan!! (Forum Mall, Bangalore)

It possible is the last dish you will ever eat. I wish i could say something else but i can't. So sorry. I was about to get myself a t-shirt printed with ' i survived south indian meals'. Now i'm not so sure even about that anymore. The setting an the ambience of the restaurant as a train is really wonderful, so are the waiters dresses e.g. conductor uniform all that. But once your through appriciating that the cumbersome business starts. The dim lights don't faciliate reading the menue. The table being so crowded with glasses and huge metal plates one struggles to place the menue somewhere remotely tablewise to study it. The place is booked at lunch and dinner so it's busy and the service is a little chaotic, not that there is not enough waiters around but they don't seem to know where they exactly serve or not. Ordering is troublesome and don't make the mistake of ordering some less or more spice, it definitely is too much to ask.

All the food is incredibly spicy, not to be compared with the bland food the original trains serve. The food ingredients seem good but the primary taste of chillis doesn't leave any space for the tasting of anything else. I started with charcoaled quail and that already set my mouth on fire. The mild fish we ordered was substituted by chilli coated one, which was eaten by my unsuspecting companion. It caused exaggerated water consumation plus a good deal of water in his eyes. The service people felt sorry and offered a complimentary dessert. Then all our order went topsy turvey. The request for a new plate plus unspiced fish proved too much. Dishes arrived, but rice was neither to be seen nor traced. The fresh plate was as accessable as the holy grail. Our ordered drinks also were pretty invisible. Repeated reminders proved fruitless. Half through our food they suddenly appeared. Sadly my wine came from a bottle which had been open for days. As the road for complaints was open already i made just another one. A fresh bottle was opened at the table now. But unfortunately I had used the mean time to bite into a hitherto invisible chilli concealed in some lightcoloured gravy belonging to an otherwise completely mild dish. I sat thunderstruck for a while, until the first shock waves calmed down. The taste of the fresh wine, which still was of the wrong temperature didn't cheer me much anymore. Even the lamb dish proved too spicy for our native Indian. I heard the guest at the next table also complain about being served food which wasn't ordered so our trouble didn't seem to be a one off. All in all a useless way to blow money. I'll go back to my veg south indian meals for 35 rs. in the Jalaja Residency Hotel. Served quick, no lack of attention once your plate goes empty even though the place is crowded at lunch. Woodwork and big windows are sufficient for me, no fancy waiters again! Thank you!