My dinner last night was crazy. Everything went wrong. I had dinner at an Indian restaurant with my three cousins who ordered… very clearly and precisely… chicken kebobs that are chunks of meat, not spicy and no sauce.
I used to frequent this restaurant at least once a week when I worked… six years ago.
They brought out my chicken mahkni and brought them rice with chunks of chicken in it. WRONG. They let them keep those and said they were still cooking the kebobs.
Twenty minutes later they brought out 3 plates of LAMB sausage! Not one of my cousins will eat lamb.
No Problem! No Problem! The waitress sent out the manager. OH! You want the chicken kebob! Well duh! After a 45 minute wait and still not getting their kebobs, they told the manager to pack them all up to go.
No one looked in their bags so I have no idea if they even got their chicken kebobs. We were there waiting and talking for 2 hours so the 2 hours of visiting with my cousins was fun. Dinner was NOT. Even my dish wasn’t what I ordered but at least it was good.
Taste of India in Sherman Oaks, CA.