Mostly we've recommended eateries that we would want you to visit, until today

Lastu00a0weekend when I was in Lucknow, I had my lunch at one of the best restaurants in the famous Hazratganj Lane, Nawab's.


The interiors look confused and lack punch. It isn't even close to whatu00a0
other places in the locality have to offer.

Though the food was simply amazing (something that you can be rest assured of when you're dining in this gastronomically rich city) there was nothing nawabi in their decor, and I failed to understand why you have to name an eatery in a certain way if you can't live up to the expectations around that name. "Agar ye restaurant Dilli me hota to iski waat lag jaati. Thankfully in Delhi, we don't see such tacky decor," I told myself.

But I don't blame the promoters of this place because the people in Lucknow are still not used to fine 'fine dining' like the ones in metros, and it will take some time before hoteliers in town graduate to higher levels of dining.

On Monday, when I went to sample the menu and ambiance of Global Village, a new multicuisine dine out in the heart of south Delhi at the Masjid Moth Complex, my belief that food joints in the Capital don't go wrong was totally shattered, and I'm completely convinced that some of the hospitality entrepreneurs need to understand that Delhiites who swear by tasty tangs and niche ambience can't be taken for a ride. Read on as I write about my worst dining experience till date.

Crashing of great expectations
Since this new property shares the building with well-established names of hospitality like Chingari and Kuki, I expected a lot from it. The moment I stepped out of the car, I spotted the extremely vibrant and well-thought and designed hoarding of this eatery, which is located on the level two. "No lift?" I ask the guard at the welcome desk. Looking at my well-maintained obese physique, he understood why I'm so reluctant to take the stairs, and I reach the destination panting. But even people who are fit and accompanied me are falling short of breath.

No entry
A serving staff is blocking the entrance, and I've to knock at the door to request entry. He responds quickly. On the left hand side of the entrance are seated two waiters who look tired. Weekdays are dry for eateries but not so dry that there's not even a single table that's engaged. So even though my table is reserved, I don't feel blessed. Still I'm asked if I would prefer any other corner. But why should I when all the corners look the same?