Marigold

Awesome murgh mahkni

Good ambiance, good friendly attentive service.  A restaurant that fits well with the other neighborhood restaurants.

But to me, it fails in the most important category for a restaurant - the food!! the menu gives a variety of choice but the taste! The best description i can come up with is that the food tasted like airline food.  very bland, very tasteless.  The chicken tikka tasted exactly like the kalonji chicken - basically grilled chicken with some spices/sauce
rubbed on it after the grilling process. Even the mint chutney that our chicken tikka appetizer came with had no taste - it tasted suspiciously like the stuff i get from grocery stores on Devon.  Overall definitely over priced foe the quality and quantity of food.

A good place to go once.  If you are not from India or haven't had good Indian food before (to compare) you may like the food here. It certainly was not awful by any means.

P.S. something strange - when they bring out the entrees, they don't give you dinner plates, they just replace the (much) smaller appetizer plates if they are used!

Be forewarned: Marigold is not an Indian restaurant; it's an Indian "influenced" restaurant. If you go to get your fix of authentic Indian dishes here you will be a) disappointed, and b) in possession of much less money than if you'd gone a few blocks northwest of A'ville.

The folks are perfectly nice, but the food -- oh, man, it was just bizarre! I give them props if they're simply trying to subvert your natural associations with these dishes, but we really didn't enjoy a single thing. The lamb rogan josh was like watery lamb soup, with huge peppercorn or coriander seeds in it. The meat was very tender, but it was essentially soup; it was definitely not curry, and the flavors were very off. The saag paneer had an overwhelming coconut flavor to it and the cheese was of an extremely strange viscosity. Finally, the naan tasted like a suspiciously close cousin to matzoh bread.  Truly, the instant naan from Trader Joe's is better. Then, the young chef came out to say hi to some friends and let's just say he was definitely NOT from the Indian subcontinent. Not that this means the man can't cook Indian food, but, all of a sudden, we felt a little silly regarding our expectations of the place.

You've probably gathered by now that we stuck to a very narrow definition of what we thought were Indian standards, and we didn't order the more adventurous "fusiony" sounding higher end stuff.  And if those are better, then I totally get it and we just thought we were in a different place. I also hate slagging local businesses that mean well (although now I know it's not Indian owned, the sign out front with pithy puns on Indian culture seems mildly offensive), but I have to say I felt a little misled. Maybe just a case of caveat emptor?