Maharaja Schmaraja

So, I finally got my taste of “real” restaurant food. Truth be told, I’ve been perfectly happy eating at home, but it was decided that after my first birthday, I would be subject to “outside” cuisine. I had already showed my parents what I thought of pasta and noodles (pretty on the wall, I say, not on my plate!) so they decided to take me to an Indian place called “Maharaja Bhog” in Houston.  Grandma, Mom, Dad, Aunty & Uncle seemed thrilled – they kept talking about how good the food was, and how the flavors were so “different and unique”.  Whateves. Who  needs “different and unique” food when you can just eat rice and dal everyday, for every meal?  After several attempts to get me to eat a greenish looking puri (Spinach? Belongs in my smoothie, thank you, not my puri, Mom), I stood up for my right to rice and dal. So, I was served Gujrati dal. Frankly, I have tasted better at home, but alright, the sweet dal was mildly interesting. I thought my folks were pushing it with “avial” but I humored them with some bites. My buddy, Nirvan, raved about the lassi – it was the BESTEST EVER and OH YOU GOTTA HAVE SOME, and OH I’LL TAKE YOUR SHARE. I couldn’t handle the deal with drinking from a straw, so I passed.

The High Chair Verdict: My parents gave it 5 out of 5 stars. They also really like the variety of food and great service.   I give it 2 stars – the only reason it didn’t get one star was because there was plain yogurt (the extra charge was worth it), and I kinda liked the ambiance – there was a really cool flickering light in the ceiling, which kept me entertained between bites.