The salad was very good. Other than that, Rasika West End brought to mind the Malvinas Reynolds song, The New Restaurant. The wait staff wore fancy uniforms, the decor was a delight, the menu was quite impressive, but the food (to quote the song) was terrible.
The presentation was impressive, each plate a work of visual art. But the lamb was tough, the fish tasteless, the sauces seemed as if poured straight from a can. There were no layers of flavor, no interplay between various spices. There seemed hardly any spice at all. There was none of the magic which can make Indian cuisine so special. Even the wines, supposedly thoughtfully paired with each dish, were lackluster, unidimensional.
Luckily our company and conversation were wonderful. We were able to enjoyably prolong our time at the table, thereby getting at least something of value for our money.
Rasika seemed to be resting on its laurels, and counting its cash. I have enjoyed much better food from greasy-spoon Indian restaurants at a fifth the price. Hopefully this was an aberration, but I would be hard pressed to give Rasika West End another chance.
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