Authentic Indian cuisine employs bread in the place of a knife and fork, just as authentic medieval restaurants employ burps to replace paying the bill. Enjoy the more refined culinary tradition with today’s Groupon: for $34, you get an Indian meal for two at Maharaja Palace (a $74.70 value). Meals include the following:
- One appetizer (up to a $9.95 value)
- Two entrees (up to a $19.95 value each)
- One bread dish (up to a $4.95 value)
- Two basic rice dish (up to a $3.95 value each)
- Two drinks, including beer and wine (up to a $6 value each)
Maharaja Palace’s boisterous menu of Indian dishes unleashes a bouquet of steam steeped in curry, mustard seed, and mint. Chefs fill crisp and dainty pani poori–puff appetizers with chickpeas and potatoes, and cilantro-infused harialy-kebab chicken wings sizzle in a clay oven. Forks fluff through delicate drifts of lemon-basmati rice as they prep for a simmering array of vegetable, seafood, chicken, and tandoori entrees. Owners of factory-defect atlases experience the world’s other side with baghare baigan—baby eggplants reared in a cauldron of sauce forged from peanut, coconut, and fennel seed, and slabs of chicken and lamb lavish in slow-fired or spicy interpretations. Garlic naan or pudina paratha wipe plates clean of Maharaja’s savory slew of sauces, and glasses brimming with wine, beer, or sweet lassi clink occasionally like a sleepy steel-drum player.
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.