Taste of India — Restaurant in Salzburg

Even if not everything seems to work perfectly in this restaurant I would have a bad conscience to give them an unfavorable review because the owner really tries hard to make guests feel comfortable. It takes one look around at the entrance to understand that there is not an abundance of financial firepower behind this business. Most of the inventory has been reused from the previous (non-indian) owner, which creates a bit of an odd atmosphere, as some have noted correctly. We were there on a Sunday noon when one woman alone was caring for a fully booked restaurant and was visibly suffering while still maintaining an admirable friendliness towards the customers. The self-composure to carry such a miserable situation with such grace for hours and hours on end really deserves respect and I constantly wondered, what unlucky chain of events brought the owners into that situation on that particular day. The food was ok, as far a I can say having never been to India myself. Butter chicken could have been a little more spicy and Naan was a little undercooked and soggy. And, as mentioned by others, I also found the constant use of tin-foil a little peculiar. It is certainly worth mentioning that so many reviewers from India were not really satisfied. However, I would like to remind anyone decrying “non authenticity” that there is a fatal co-evolution between exotic restaurants far from their country of origin and their business locations in Europe. In most cases, restaurants with cuisine from far away would be out of business within 2 weeks if they were cooking their original home-style cuisine. Classic Indian cuisine for example has many dishes which are so unfathomably hot that few people I know would be able to tolerate even a teaspoon without getting into serious trouble. It is us, the local customers and our demands, who have distorted the menus of Chinese, Korean, Indian, Persian, African restaurants to what they are now. The owners have adapted to our taste in order to keep their businesses afloat. In Salzburg, anecdotally, not one single Japanese restaurant is run by actual native Japanese owners. I wish the owners, who must also have suffered terribly during the COVID lockdown, the best of luck for...

I don’t usually leave reviews, but this place practically begged for one — and not in a good way.

Let’s start with the food: it was a complete disaster from start to finish.

My friend got the chicken — big mistake. It was dry, rubbery, and had this weird sour aftertaste like it had been cooked last week and just reheated. We both stopped eating halfway through because it was honestly that bad.

But the worst offender? The mutton. Oh dear god, the mutton. It was smelly, gamey in the worst way, and had this slimy texture that made us question whether it was even safe to eat. One bite and it was straight into the napkin. Absolutely yuck. I’ve smelled better things in a dumpster.

Even the butter naans and rotis were terrible. Soggy, undercooked, and greasy enough to fry your phone screen. A complete failure of basic cooking.

And just when we thought it couldn’t get worse, we tried the mango lassi. What was supposed to be a refreshing drink tasted like it had been made from expired yogurt and fake mango syrup. It was sour, lumpy, and somehow managed to be both too thick and weirdly watery at the same time. I wouldn’t serve it to a plant.

This wasn’t just a bad meal — it was a full-blown assault on the senses. If you value your time, money, or digestive system, do yourself a favor and avoid this place...

We visited this restaurant recently, and when we went upstairs, there was a group of around 8 people already dining presumably Indian. As we entered, one of the men from that group was blocking the way, and he didn’t even bother to make space for us to pass. He was just a customer, but quite rude like a typical “Indian uncle” stereotype.

As we made our way past him, a man who appeared to be the chef of the restaurant suddenly and rudely asked me, "Kya chahiye?" (What do you want?) , with an unnecessarily harsh tone. I was taken aback. Like, seriously? What do you mean “kya chahiye”? It’s a restaurant we’re obviously here for food, not to buy furniture! His attitude was completely unprofessional, and honestly, I wouldn’t even give him one star for the way he behaved.

The man was middle-aged, lean, dressed in a pant-shirt outfit at first. I’m confident he was the chef because about 10 minutes later, he changed into chef attire and went into the kitchen.

On the positive side, the table attendants were excellent. The person who took our order he was Pakistani and another who seemed to be Punjabi or Afghani were both extremely polite, professional, and courteous. The food itself was almost homestyle and quite decent, and the pricing...