So we went to this Indian restaurant called tantra for Cara's birthday dinner, and apparently it was the first night that it was open again after being closed for 5 months. A couple of people ordered drinks, and they did not card. Great for future reference.
We got there at 7:15ish, probably ordered our food at 7:30, and guess when our food came. 8:30. I was literally about to shit myself. All I had had yesterday was an apple and a string cheese. I wanted to stab my knife in my eye.
But given we were a group of 12 so understandably that they wanted to bring all the food out at the same time, but seriously? One hour? What kind of business are you running? And given that they had just opened so there were probably kinks in their system. BUT STILL. I WAS FUCKING HUNGRY. And my hunger trumps all other factors.
But the owner came around and said hello to everyone at the table, and said that drinks would be on the house. LIE. Given he told us after people had already ordered drinks and the waitress probably didn't know. But i totally ordered an apple martini and DID NOT GET IT. Fail.
But. The food was delicious. The Naan was soft and slightly buttery, but not too buttery. Just buttery enough. I got the chicken Tiki Masala, which was also great. The rice that it came with was delicious too. And they had all these lamb choices that sounded scrumptious also. Lamb with apricot curry? As rachel ray would say, YUM-O.
And the place was really nice, they had two flat screen tvs where they were playing some very sensual/erotic bollywood film, which helped pass the ONE HOUR BEFORE MY FUCKING FOOD CAME. But yes. Dimly lit, but not too dark, tea candles in these blue glass things, drapery on the walls, huge as mirrors with nice frames on the wall, and one seating section that was like a huge concrete tube surrounding you. my goal is to be seated there next time.
But yes. The service was OK, the waitress and the owner were really nice and friendly, and the waitress gave Cara a drink on the house and pistachio ice cream with a candle at the end. So basically i want to shit on the chef.
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