We had New Year’s eve dinner at Taste of India in Buffalo with a bunch of friends. They have a buffet + plus a free drink + a dessert buffet for the holiday. Last time we went we just stumbled on to it. This time we had reservations.
This time the whole experience was kind of surreal. Most everyone who worked there seemed like maybe this was their first night working in a restaurant. All I can imagine was that there was some kind Faulty Towers scenario happening in the kitchen.
I’m not writing this with the intention of giving them a hard time, though maybe it’ll come off that way.
When we walked in a woman asked us to follow her to our table but then she just disappeared before seating us so we just stood in the middle of the room for a while hoping she’d come back. Eventually she did come back and we got our table. She hadn’t brought any menus but told us if we ordered the buffet we would get a free drink and she wanted to know what we wanted to drink. After I asked what the options were she brought a menu. We all tried to order drinks. We all got drinks but some of them were better matches for what we ordered than others. We could already tell it would be better to just stick with whatever we had gotten.
A woman came over to let us know they were doing face painting if any of us were interested in being extra awesome on New Year’s Eve. After she left we joked about getting Mike Tyson tatoos. Then a waiter showed up to take some orders from the menu and he had a Mike Tyson tatoo face painting.
Two of our group decided to order off the menu so they got to watch us gorge on the buffet while they stared at the empty space on the table in front of them for a very very long time.
At some point they turned on music on the room we were in. It was pretty loud in our area but in the main dining area you couldn’t hear it at all. After a few minutes the CD started skipping. Then it was skipping worse. Then it was skipping about as bad as a cd could skip. The woman who had initially seated us noticed after it was going for 15 or 20 minutes. She went over to the CD player and turned it down a bit and left the room. Still skipping.
While our friend’s son went to get a zebra tatoo on his arm (he was hoping for a hippo but the painter was better a zebras), my other friend started to look like the skipping was starting to drive her really insane. It may have been driving me insane but more in the way that everything seemed more and more hysterically amusing ever second.
Then a guy who looked kind of like maybe he was the restaurant owner came in the room, noticed the skipping and turned off the CD player. Everyone applauded. He asked the room “Why didn’t you just turn it off?”
I don’t know the answer to that one.
They really do have good food. I tell this story because it’s funny, not because you should avoid the restaurant.
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