We went to Mr. India with high expectations on their food. We had went once before and got pretty good samosas. We went back with the intent to try their butter chicken which we had seen people raving about.
The first five minutes we spent waiting for someone to greet us and show us to one of their many empty booths (besides the one they had somehow neglected to clean up before we even got there. These old plates were seriously there until we were eating.)
We hastily ordered because he seemed apathetic and lazy, leaving a pitcher of tapwater and a couple empty cups on the table. Upon receiving our food we didn't see that guy at all between then and leaving.
The butter chicken itself seemed overrated. It didn't taste like butter chicken, the taste more closely resembled that of a can of Campbell's condensed tomato soup with some spices and weirdly perfect cubes of a soft meat I assumed was chicken. The rice was good, and the naan helped a little, but the butter chicken was not enjoyable in the slightest.
We didn't see a bill so we sat there awkwardly, sipping on water until we decided to go up to the counter to pay. It took so long for a single employee to emerge that thoughts of walking out seemed viable, but we stayed anyways to pay. The guy came out, juggling three separate orders while also trying to ring us in on the till. His hands were clearly bright orange, I assumed he was cooking but it didn't occur to me til later if he washed his hands between handling food and money since he seemed to be the primary guy at the cash.
We left, and the worst of our trip came about 20-30 minutes into our hour-long walk home. We suffered for worst food poisoning imaginable. It was a gastrointestinal nightmare and awful nausea and vomiting that almost put my girlfriend into emergency on a saline drip.
All in all, I won't be returning to Mr. India. The $40 we paid to have our digestive systems wrecked wasn't worth the trip.