G, Connaught Place, New Delhi
G is a throwback to the days of yore, when most of us would dress up in our Sunday best for the once-a-month visit to a restaurant. We remember the experiences today as larger than life, sprinkled with large doses of glitter and further embelished by Bollywood style decor, complete with floor to ceiling mirrors et. al.
G, is one such restaurant. It’s menu, largely one that most of us have memorised over the decades with a sprinkling of lesser seen items, such as Chicken Tahree, needed changing a decade back. Not that there’s anything wrong with the food; it’s just too jaded, with most of us expecting lighter, fresher flavors than those churned out by the G kitchen.
The aging decor appears to have given up the ghost and now drawn towards the bright light that promises relief from the travails of this mortal world. Service at G is slow, uninformed and lacklustre, for which you’ll shell out 15% of your bill. That, combined with their loud conversations with noisy kitchen staff complete your G experience.
I suggest dropping in to G only if you really must. You won’t regret it, but you certainly won’t return either.
Ed: Cover picture is not from this establishment.