I'm pretty easily entertained, and I like repetition. That's why I can't seem to stay away from my favorite restaurant in Little India. The best way to describe it might be to say sensory overload. It's like eating inside of a pinata. A really colorful, musical, Indian-themed pinata.
Here's the view from the street. How could you stay away?
Please look at the bottom right corner of the restaurant window. If you can't read it, it says "Gardenlike View Inside." Hmmm. This might be a stretch. Unless you consider chili pepper Christmas lights garden-like. I guess peppers grow in a garden, right? And what garden isn't filled with beach balls and glittery wrapping paper stapled to the walls? Maybe I've just been going to the wrong types of gardens.
Thumbs up for Milon. Thumbs way up.
It's always somebody's birthday when you go to Milon. And I have no doubt that it has less to do with it actually being anyone's birthday, and everything to do with the birthday serenade. Because that's when the lights go out and the strobe lights (translation: the waiters flicking the light switch up and down) come on. And the techno birthday music begins to kick it.
You can go to all the trendy, expensive New York restaurants you like ... my pick is this traincar-sized gem where you can bargain for free appetizers, dessert and watered-down wine.
Until next time, fun friends.
