Restaurant Review: Jinnah's Rapist Cuisine
Okay, it's not really for Rapists. But if you take the word PAKISTANI and add a line to the P and modify the K and cross out the ANI you get RAPIST. And I heard a rumour that the previous owner had to sell up because he was going to jail on rape charges.
We had been put on a table in the corner. The two tables weren't quite the same height. And the chairs were TINY. And uncomfortable. There were two types of chairs in the restaurants, the small ones we were on and big comfortable-looking ones. Sitting on those tiny chairs, drinking from an oversized wine glass, I had flashbacks to being a child at Christmas sitting at the children's table. At least there was always less fighting at the kid's table.
Entrees were pretty good, the naan was probably the best I've ever had. We ordered mains and the owner forcefully suggested that we should order more food. We said it was okay, and then he told us we were wasting his time and stormed back into the kitchen. Probably to contaminate our food.
The restaurant was empty apart from one other family, who the wait staff seemed to hover around all night. We sat in a blind spot in the corner, under the TV. If WE wanted service we had to stand up and wave our arms around for a while. It was fun, kind of like being on a desert island and signalling frantically whenever you spot a plane or a boat on the horizon. Just like an episode of LOST.
A note about the TV. We were sitting directly underneath it, which was good, because we weren't forced to watch it. Whenever I craned my neck up I was treated to some full-on medical procedure on RPA. I didn't know you could cut a solid slab of fat out of someone's abdomen like that and stitch it up again. And it was a BIG slab. At least 10 kilograms.
The owner did come over and turn the TV off, once RPA had finished. We finished our meals, ordered dessert, which were also quite good, and while we were eating the owner turned off the light directly above our table. It was 9:30. The menus, which were printed up like newspapers, clearly said on the front "ALWAYS OPENS" (yes "opens").
The restaurant was BYO only. My understanding of how most restaurant survive is that they lose money on the food and make up for it selling grog. I don't know if they didn't have a liquor license on religious or cultural grounds, or what - but they should get one. Drunk people make bad decisions and buy more food. Sober people eat just enough to satisfy their hunger.
Although inattentive and "relaxed" (ie slow) the wait staff were very friendly. The mains were very good, and the daal was excellent. The prices were quite reasonable. It was a quiet, although uncomfortable dining experience. The restaurant itself was very elegant. Unfortunately the owner is going to send himself out of business - although he was friendly to us later his angry comments makes me never want to go back. No wonder it was so quiet.
We had been put on a table in the corner. The two tables weren't quite the same height. And the chairs were TINY. And uncomfortable. There were two types of chairs in the restaurants, the small ones we were on and big comfortable-looking ones. Sitting on those tiny chairs, drinking from an oversized wine glass, I had flashbacks to being a child at Christmas sitting at the children's table. At least there was always less fighting at the kid's table.
Entrees were pretty good, the naan was probably the best I've ever had. We ordered mains and the owner forcefully suggested that we should order more food. We said it was okay, and then he told us we were wasting his time and stormed back into the kitchen. Probably to contaminate our food.
The restaurant was empty apart from one other family, who the wait staff seemed to hover around all night. We sat in a blind spot in the corner, under the TV. If WE wanted service we had to stand up and wave our arms around for a while. It was fun, kind of like being on a desert island and signalling frantically whenever you spot a plane or a boat on the horizon. Just like an episode of LOST.
A note about the TV. We were sitting directly underneath it, which was good, because we weren't forced to watch it. Whenever I craned my neck up I was treated to some full-on medical procedure on RPA. I didn't know you could cut a solid slab of fat out of someone's abdomen like that and stitch it up again. And it was a BIG slab. At least 10 kilograms.
The owner did come over and turn the TV off, once RPA had finished. We finished our meals, ordered dessert, which were also quite good, and while we were eating the owner turned off the light directly above our table. It was 9:30. The menus, which were printed up like newspapers, clearly said on the front "ALWAYS OPENS" (yes "opens").
The restaurant was BYO only. My understanding of how most restaurant survive is that they lose money on the food and make up for it selling grog. I don't know if they didn't have a liquor license on religious or cultural grounds, or what - but they should get one. Drunk people make bad decisions and buy more food. Sober people eat just enough to satisfy their hunger.
Although inattentive and "relaxed" (ie slow) the wait staff were very friendly. The mains were very good, and the daal was excellent. The prices were quite reasonable. It was a quiet, although uncomfortable dining experience. The restaurant itself was very elegant. Unfortunately the owner is going to send himself out of business - although he was friendly to us later his angry comments makes me never want to go back. No wonder it was so quiet.
I like to watch traumatic surgical procedures while I eat, and Jinnah's didn't disappoint.
