For a long time, a lot people had been recommending this place to me, and hence I finally decided to try this on a Saturday night. And what a disaster it turned out to be.
Before I continue writing this review, I want to make a special mention that this place DOES NOT SERVE SIZZLERS. I have been a raving fan of sizzlers, and fairly understand the contents of it. Boiling carrots and cabbage, salty fries and cutlet, is definitely not my definition of a sizzler, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't the way it started in 1958, by Del and Helen Johnson in Culver City, California either.
But here is how it goes.
Ambiance : If you like microwaves, or have ever imagined how dim sums would feel inside the steamer, here is your chance for a first hand experience. The spoons and forks have traces of the previous meal, with morsels still stuck to them, The glasses reek of detergent and I did not even bother open the sauces on the table. The chairs are small and uncomfortable, and are crammed in away to accommodate as many people as possible. It reminded me of the 9:15 fast local I used to take from Churchgate. It would be miraculous, if you can enter and find a place without banging into either one the chairs and tables, or the 5 foot ceiling. Definitely not a place to go with a family, unless you like having your kids slip over beer spills on the floor. Its like sitting in a sauna, with every table erupting with steam and no ventilation or room for air. No Ac, no fans. The have them, but they don't work. Its incredibly inhuman, and I wonder how the F&B department allowed this in the first place.
Service : The menu does not have descriptions, and the waiters and too busy to even bother. You have to take a wild guess and sit back and enjoy. One odd waiter would come along as and when he feels like, and take your order. That would be the beginning of another waiting term, 30-45 odd minutes long.
Id the service is as good as non existent.
Food : Like I mentioned before, these are not sizzlers. Just veggies and cutlets tossed on a wooden plate with oil sizzling. Slightly burnt, overly salty, the ingredients are a complete mystery. The taste does nothing to save the grace either. Its downright substandard. I've had better food at the railway station, to be precise. But wait, there are hidden ingredients in the food that will catch you by surprise too. Chewing on the stale meat, be a little careful to check every bite. Just like me, you might end up having nails in your sizzlers. You heard me. NAILS !
Email me, and I'll send a picture of the shiny nail embedded in the stale chicken right away.
A family place, you say ? I for one, do not want me or my kids to pull a Chris Angel stunt in a restaurant, and chew some nails for kicks.
Lastly, upon complaining, you would be told by the uncle and the guy at the counter, that there is too much rush, and they do not have time for complaints. Take another sizzler as a replacement, or pay and walk away.
This is definitely not my idea of food, of a restaurant or of a sizzler either.
Make sure you brush well, and are prepared for a metal fiesta with every bite, when you do visit this place, if you plan to. This ones definitely off the list for me. I'm categorizing this as a hardware store from now on.