It’s the miniature-golf version of New York, with Oprah standing in for the Statue of Liberty.
Source: New Yorker, September 14, 2009 P.48
Most NYC Indian restaurants are bad but some like Aaheli are more bad than the others:
First, they said it was ‘South Indian Coffee.’
Then, after we discovered several cardamom pods along with dark coffee powder floating on the surface the yuck ‘South Indian Coffee’ became Nescafe.
Next, the flustered waiter waved his hand and morphed the ‘South Indian Coffee’ with cardamom into Indian Bru Coffee.
Shortly thereafter, the ‘South Indian Coffee’ turned into Mysore Coffee (apparently Aaheli’s chef hails from Mysore).
Finally, in what seemed like a farce from a bad-ass Bollywood movie our Telugu-speaking waiter Kiran Kumar Choudhury cozied up to us and declared sotto voce: Sir, I have worked in so many places including the Taj in India but I’ve never seen anything like this coffee. I won’t charge you for this coffee.
Forget about making a fine cup of South Indian Coffee, these Aaheli imbeciles wouldn’t recognize South India on the map.
Folks, we are sometimes ambivalent about mercy-killing but in the case of Aaheli euthanasia seems the best course to avoid this ugly repellent sore inflicting any more pain on diners and heaping further disgrace on itself.
Aaheli – Enemy of the Palate
Enemy of the Palate
We can’t more accurately describe Aaheli Indian restaurant at 826 9th Ave in New York City than to denounce it as an Enemy of the Palate.
Not in a thousand years will we be able to get over the embarrassment of inviting our Mudaliar friend to this wannabe Indian restaurant Aaheli.
Even by the standards of bad-ass NYC Indian restaurants, Aaheli stands out like a leprous sore. Continue reading »
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