That’s the price of a crappy meal at Sitar Indian Cuisine in Pasadena. In all honesty, we should have walked out when the waitress with her shitty little attitude made a big stink out of bringing us a high chair. We both agreed we should have walked out after I cracked open the first batch of chicken samosas and the inside was like dry sand. When I told the waiter, he said, “Well, that’s how chicken is.” I should have just said, “Nevermind the rest of the meal and bring me my check.”
But, we didn’t. Instead, we got a lentil soup that was short on lentil and big on chicken fat taste. We got dried out seekh kabab. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t dried was the raw chicken leg I got, the saffron rice and the raita. Yes, that means the chicken in the chicken tikka masala was dry. Even the fish in the fish curry was dry. The eggplant/lentil/tomato thing we got was edible, if a little sweet.
Which leads me to heat. When people go into an Indian restaurant and are given the options: mild, medium or spicy and ask for medium, don’t give them mild. I’m so damn tired of Indian restaurants doing thing. What’s up with that? I want my heat. Give it to me!
So, if you feel like eating sawdust chicken or soup that makes you want to toss your cookies, by all means, go to Sitar Indian Cuisine it’s an experience you’ll never forget.
Especially if you have a blog.