We pulled into the plaza with barely a few seconds left to spare and quickly spotted the bold, green sans-Serif outline.
In all fairness, this was a subtle, reasonable approach from the establishment to maintain its sophisticated, swanky vibe without seeming upfront and offensive.
Members of waitstaff donned uniforms in the form of white button-downs and black aprons, while the hostess, who was less frequently seen until the late evening hours, sported a muted cardigan and pencil skirt ensemble.
In addition to an enticing selection of mains and share-ables, the restaurant also featured an extravagant assortment of alcoholic beverages, ranging from wines to whiskeys to exclusive fusion cocktails (think: Long Island Iced Chai).
Also available were non-alcoholic concoctions, though this was not discovered until later.
Lamb isn't my preferred type of protein, and given that orangecane and I weren't exactly ravenous, a single appetizer was selected for sharing. The Jalebi Chaat was an intriguing, multi-toned tower bursting with individual yet cohesive characteristics. Its base was a mix of unsalted chickpeas and finely chopped white potato; at its peak was a savoury, deep-fried ring - a crispy pretzel known as a jalebi. Pomegranate seeds, puffed rice, tangy yogurt, and drizzles of orange- and green-toned chutney finished off the dish.
One could have easily consumed the plate as a cold entrée, for the underlying carby components were extremely filling. Although we could have easily gone for several more spoonfuls, our stomachs signalled a pause in preparation for the mains.