I have been to Maurya on and off since it opened, and must admit that I never saw much reason to make this more than a very occasional thing. A week or so ago we had visitors in from out of town, and having brought them previously a few times to the incomparably better Vij's, we thought we'd try Maurya. This was early on a Sunday night, a day when they have no lunch service.
The menu seemed on the face of it perfectly adequate, if perhaps a bit limited for a mainline, 'traditional' Indian resuarant. Prices were a bit higher than many competitors, but the impressive if rarely dusted interior seemed to suggest a place a cut above.
It isn't; by the way, this is based on living a year or so in South Asia, cooking Indian food myself pretty well, etc. We ordered four main courses and one appetizer, along with nan and their 'fancy' rice. Let's start backwards with the favoured, lightly fried rice dish. Whoever prepared it had not even bothered to break up the clumps of steamed rice used to make it. But then heat seemed to be used sparingly at this restaurant, as none of the other dishes came to us even vaguely hot. A saag panir-ish dish was perhaps the best of the lot--assuming you had your magnifying glass out and so could actually find the tiny bowl it came in; all portions were very, very small. At the opposite side of the spectruum a so-called chicken vindaloo, which both looked and tasted as if its base was tomato soup. The four or five hunks of white chicken floating in this noxious brew had visited the sauce for such a short time they were still cold inside.
Still hungry after downing their minute portions? Just collect the year's worth of accumulated crud on the floor below.