Teléfono: +33466214845,+33762095486
Dirección: 32 rue de la Porte de France, 30900 Nimes, France, Nîmes
Ciudad: Nîmes
Platos: 12
Reseñas: 190
Sitio Web: http://www.restaurant-ganesh.fr/
"Okay, I don't understand how a restaurant that has a fairly good reputation on tripadvisor, or even a number of commendable comments can prove to be so disappointing. Seriously, I never leave any opinion on the soicial networks, I feel obliged to take the pen to advise all Indian flavor lovers this place. However, everything started not too bad: restore a little dark, but friendly and smiling waiter, table in the extension, near the bay window, everything was pretty correct (except for it is true the unwashed napples or one could guess the traces of the customers' dishes of the day before) . first look at the menu, lots of choices, too many choices. I ask the waiter for advice on the specialties of the house. a 18-euro curry, the most expensive dish. cooked at the pot says to me... Either, I order. My dear and tender go to the menu at 18 euros. samosas and chicken tikka masala, a classic, and an eggplant curry. all accompanied by home basmati rice. Quick service, the samosas are coming. Aie, it stings the papillae. Not in the right direction. It's oily paste coated with potato purée. do not seek delicacy or fragrances. It's drunk and it's greaseing your palate, but it's insipid and scary. Okay, okay, let's wait for the dish. the chicken tikka massala arrives, accompanied by his carrot purée. What, purée de carottes???? no, no, sir, it's an eggplant curry....Ah, okay. It's just that it tastes like frozen carrots mixed in purée....The tikka massala, basically bind is the same carrot purée with extra chicken. my speciality house simmered in the pot has 18 euros? bin is a banal plate filled with the same chicken carrot purée, with barely different spices. Just warm, just warmed. (yes, warmed.) snifff. But of course, I kept the best for the end...Oh ganesh, god of prudence, that you didn't warn me not to cross the threshold of this establishment!? that you didn't warn me of the pâté infect that we were served by calling it "riz basmati?"! So I make it short: the insipid boil of viscous cums that was supposed to be home basmati rice is simply the worst dish that it was given to me to taste in an establishment, canteen of the primary school included. Imagine that a ben's uncle rice from the forefront warmed with the micro waves is delicate in comparison. I was so annoyed that I noticed him at the waiter who approached and said to me: "Oh yes, I see, that's true. But we have to add oil. Yeah, if I add oil to that spongy rice, I make it a pudding. Anyway, you don't have to say that if you think you're eating a good curry accompanied by his basmati rice when you come into this Indian restaurant, precisely because it's supposed to be their specialty, bin pass your way. Run even, run poor fools. Keep your 50 euros and go buy a mcdonald's. the experience will be as mediocre but you can make a movie for the same price. Here you are."
Todos los precios son estimados.