What You'll Get
Maharajas throughout history focused their energies on protecting their subjects, enacting laws, and keeping their chef's skills sharp enough to avoid national humiliation at worldwide curry cook-offs. Sample savories fit for a king with today's Groupon: for $10, you get $20 worth of Indian cuisine at Maharaja Palace.
Maharaja Palace's seasoned cuisine artists draw inspiration from an Indian muse to sculpt a menu of culinary masterpieces swiftly doled out by attentive servers. In the Konju Papas shrimp ($15.95), crustaceans course down a river of tomato-curry sauce, wending between pillowy banks of garlic naan ($2.95) while competing for the best backstroke. Meanwhile, the marinated chunks of poultry in the tandoori chicken ($12.95) hone their synchronized swimming routines in the pool of yogurt, ginger, and garlic that bubbles in a charcoal clay oven. Mouth-maneuver through the Baghare Baigan's ($10.95) eggplant maze, peppered with peanut, coconut, and tamarind flavors, by starting at the end and eating to the beginning or sink smiles into Kadai Gosht, a wok-seared lamb entree ($14.95).
The Fine Print
Promotional value expires Oct 8, 2011. Amount paid never expires. Limit 1 per person, may buy 2 additional as gifts. Limit 1 per table. Limit 1 per visit. Dine-in only. Not valid for lunch buffet. Merchant is solely responsible to purchasers for the care and quality of the advertised goods and services.
About Maharaja Palace
Traditional Indian meals served on gilded-edge plates infuse Maharaja Palace with a bouquet of curry, mustard seed, and mint. Crisp pani poori puff appetizers give a satisfying crackle as teeth break through to their chickpea-and-potato-filled cores, and drifts of basmati rice arrive tossed with green peas or beefed up with saffron and chicken. A simmering array of vegetable, seafood, chicken, and tandoori entrees emerge from pots or a clay oven, helping owners of factory-defect atlases experience the world's other side. Garlic naan or pudina paratha wipe plates clean of sauce, and glasses brimming with wine, beer, or sweet lassi clink occasionally, like the world’s laziest steel-drum player.