Alex J.
Yelp
I was very impressed with da House. This evening, my son-in-law and granddaughter joined me in experiencing this fine establishment. We weren't expecting that when we entered the restaurant, we would be welcomed by a gentleman nicely dressed and wearing a tie! I thought, boy, did we blow it. We were in our regular day attire. You know, baggy t-shirt, jeans, and holey tennis shoes. Perfect threads for House of Hot Dogs. But after seeing the staff at House of India decked out in shirts and ties, maybe, just maybe, we may have been a tad underdressed?
There were no looks of disgust. At least none from the staff. I did, however, catch a slight look of disdain from the son-in-law. But he knows on which side his bread is buttered. He's a good kid, and he's absolutely aware of who Daddy's little girl is and who's going to foot the bill for this evening of exotic indulgence.
Our waiter was very professional and explained the dishes that we had chosen. I was after a good bowl of Mulligatawny soup, and I wasn't disappointed. Perfect. Just as Mom used to make. And considering that my mom was as Caucasian as Caucasian can get, it's no ding on the Houses chef. They both knew their spices.
I can't spell the other dishes we ordered, but all were wonderfully seasoned to our liking. I always have interesting dreams after eating Indian food.
I wonder what they'll be like tonight. Will I be on a barge floating down the Ganges? Or possibly operating a spinning wheel as Ghandi speaks? With my luck, I'll dream that I'm passed out on the floor of the Taj Mahal.
Quick Tip: The staff at the House of India are sharp in their attire. So, don't come dressed as an untouchable.