I wish I had read this yesterday before going out.
I was on a coupon high, so we went down Devon to use an Entertainment Book coupon for our dinner. Everyone in Chicago was on Devon that night, and Mr. Pie doesn't like crowds, so when we came upon Arya Bhavan we went right in. The place was empty. And I mean EMPTY. Unfortunately, I was in the mood for red meat—goat, lamb, beef, I didn't care as long as it was previously alive. They were taking apart the buffet, but if we really wanted it, they'd keep it up. We said nah, we'll look at the menu. It was then that I realized that this place was strictly vegetarian, but since it was so dead in there I felt guilty leaving, so I said we'd order some appetizers and go somewhere else for the ruminant-filled meal.
After 15 minutes of seeing at least three different people go in and out of the kitchen empty-handed, a few random Indian folks say they'd return in 15 minutes for an order, and the host continue to take it easy in a seat nearer the back, we were getting impatient. Mr. Pie asked how much longer it would be. Keep in mind, we ordered samosas (3 pieces) and idli (2 pieces). I don't know how, at 8:30 at night, these are not ready to throw in the fryer/steamer and serve. My impatience was not helped by the coffee I had on empty stomach an hour earlier, which was just making me jittery and anxious.
Around 9:15, about 30 minutes after we arrived, the host came by with B&B plates and silverware, which he counted out for us while handling them to a disturbing degree. 5 more minutes and a woman, who I assumed was the owner, came out to apologize for the wait (they had a large order to prepare). She gave us 10 inch plates and more silverware, right on top of the others.
5 minutes later we got our samosas, one of which is barely warm, and idli. The samosas were very good. Not worth-the-40-minute-wait good, but whatever, I was about to stick my face in the remaining steam table offerings and snarf away in the style of pie-eating contests. (You don't have goat? I will become goat!) The idli were not as great as the ones I had at Mysore Woodlands, but they were all right.
Paying was another ordeal. Mr. Pie went to go wash his hands and I stood up, put on my jacket, slung my purse over my shoulder...and the host saw all this, and sits back down! I was pretty pissed at this point, so I went up to the register to pay. He couldn't find our check, so he had to get the owner. Then he had to write it up himself. Despite there being a register and three calculators on the counter, he decided to do all the math, including the tax, by hand, which took another 5 minutes. Then there's nothing in the cash drawer but a tray of 20s and a tray of singles. I give him a 20, all I have on me, and he can't figure out which slot to put it in. I mistakenly ask for $7 back, which regrettably came out to an undeserved 25-30% tip, but of course there are no fives or more than two singles in the drawer!! So he had to drag out the owner again, who had to get keys from a closet, then open another drawer...
We left at 9:50. No one came to pick up that "large order" the entire time, and no more than two other couples came to eat. If they were that busy, why didn't they either close or offer buffet only??
I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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