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The food is atrocious and the service is thoroughly underwhelming, but the place is pretty. We assumed the interior designer is also the chef because nothing else can explain the amateur hour nonsense we were served.
Whoever died and left this palace to the proprietors would be appalled at what their kitchen is being misused for. I was left wondering if this restaurant is an elaborate social experiment to see how much money white people will willingly hand over as reparations for colonialism.
Each and every item we ordered was consistently awful, except for our lemonade and only because they forget to actually give it to us. This was largely indicative of the service quality also since the staff was disinterested in waiting on anyone. Can't blame them though, because I'd be depressed too if I had to eat this food every day.
Our jal mahal kadhai vegetables tasted like capcisum salad and nothing else. The Lal maas was a crime against the memory of the goat that went into it. Old, overcooked meat, no spice, not enough salt, even the garlic was an afterthought. Our butter roti was stiff, served cold and had a tiny dab of butter smeared on it.
This travesty of a meal set me back by 3800. If you have 3800 to spare, I beg you to burn it for warmth and you'll walk away with a better value for the money than spending it at this tragic joke of a restaurant.