Curry Garden @ Mansfield — Restaurant in Mansfield

Quality - If I make a dish of daal with some salt and a bit of turmeric powder and send it on a date with the daal cooked at CURRY GARDEN, the daal I cooked at home will commit suicide. When I desire to taste the most tasteless daal on the planet, I would choose CURRY GARDEN. The same situation applies to all the dishes and breads we had on the table. We asked them the Daal Makhani, they gave us Daal Dukhani(Dukh means sad). Kadhai was missing from the Kadhai Paneer we were served. Rotis like theirs cannot even rotate.

Hospitality -- If you are tired with the average hospitality of almost all the restaurant owners around the planet, come to CURRY GARDEN. Your confusion between hospitality and hostility will be removed forever. The following conclusion is based on the CURRY GARDEN's owner's response provided to Indians' and Non-Indians' reviews, and the way SORRY dropped out of one of the staff's mouth when we complained to them, about them. They tend to remove the soul of hospitality, just like the taste they remove from the dine, when they serve or respond to someone who seems to be Indian origin.

Quantity -- Like the way they hit the lowest point on Quality which makes them the top contender at THE WORST FOOD TO EAT CARNIVAL, the quantity seems to be in competition with what we find at CBD's restaurants. Before CURRY GARDEN, I had this notion that restaurants in the CITY are trying to match the quantity standards with their continuously decreasing quality standards. Then I met CURRY GARDEN which broke all my notions. They live 2 years in the future. They made a comment 2 years ago that 2 curries were indeed not enough for 4 people. So, unless half of your group is fasting, or have brought their own food, I would suggest trusting the owner's comment and ask for the same number of curries as the number of the people in the group.

Conclusion – If you plan a get-away on a weekend, and incidentally choose Mansfield as your destination, and incidentally, you decide to land on CURRY GARDEN, ensure that you wait for 2-3 hours and then ask them to give you the food. Waiting will make a difference between half full glass and half empty glass, between optimism and pessimism, between heaven and hell, etc. If they don't make you wait, you ensure that you wait by yourself. It will make the urge of filling an empty stomach to override the urge of tasting the food. That’s the only way you will enjoy the dine at...

(Please read whole review) AVOID THIS PLACE WHEN VISITING MANSFIELD. Worst of the worst experience at this place. We had the worst experience from the owner who might be the owner we believe but also was serving as cashier. This person was so rude and arrogant with lots of attitude towards us. We are from Melbourne and have been to tons of Indian restaurants where people treat the customers with manners. This man is just heartless. If you travel from Melbourne and your craving for Indian food, please avoid this place rather have something else than seeing the owners/ staffs attitude. This owner who was at the cashier at the time we visited, was finding minute things purposefully and showed arrogance to us from the time we got in the restaurant and to even others who were ordering food. We couldn’t dine in and left this place just because of his attitude. First time experience in Australia. Ashamed to even see that as an Indian restaurant because of the owners attitude.

Reply to owner: as I cant reply you any way, I am doing this way so. We never showed you any attitude and we are not people who show attitude and show rude behaviours like you are. We understood from the reviews we saw. The table was perfectly cleaned and prepared for customers and never had any sign called “reserved” which other places has. You even came and served us the plates and glasses. Still you didn’t tell us anything which you could have politely but when we came to the front to order, you were the one trying to teach us about “your own rules and regulations” which we never seen or heard lol. And you threw the pen and stated that you are not gonna serve us! Just because we sat on the table when no staff was there to guide us??? Hello!! We do not need you to serve us!! That would have been the worst nightmare too. I only knew the story after we got out of the restaurant otherwise We know how to talk back to you. Don’t just simply show arrogance and reply for everyones reviews and act so innocent. I have better things to do than reviewing your cheap shows but had to do because we never experienced such behaviours or attitudes from any human and that too an Indian. Shame we did not see the reviews before getting inside your...

I really regret not taking a photo with the owner—or whoever that guy was pretending to serve food. He acted more like a bouncer at a shady club. To be fair, we might've triggered him when we asked, "Didn't we order roti?" He hit us back with, "Believe me, you kept changing your orders. This is what you finally agreed on." We had no comeback. ( He gave us pizza base kinda naan, should have brought it back home for dinner to convert it to a pizza )

If you want to learn how to ferment something please ask these guys. You will smell that from Mount Buller. It was so strong, I am officialy fermented now.

We ordered palak paneer—or at least we thought we did. Judging by the history of that place (and every other reviewer), I don't think "palak paneer" even exists there. Everyone else got kadai paneer. Instead, what we received looked like a live-action drama called "Separated/Divorced Couples". Sad little spinach leaves just drifting away from lonely cubes of paneer. We tried to cut the paneer and the knife went blunt.

Then came the "biriyani"—a dish the owner proudly announced was "mild." It was mild indeed. So mild that it tasted like he went to the backyard, pulled out random plants, threw them over rice, and served... It did justice to the name of the shop finally, I thought.

If you blindfold a toddler, hand them some soil, and ask them to "make biriyani," it would STILL turn out better. In fact, we’re officially proposing the name change: Biriyucki.

Out of everything we tasted, the real five-star dish of the night was... the water. God bless that tap. Infact the jug was cover with a cling wrap, may be to avoid it being mild.

We asked for raita—and the man served us coconut chutney. At least I hope it was chutney ( what else...