To annoy Mongo even more, let me tell three stories about responses to the New York branch of Indian Accent that really annoyed me.
First, I dropped in once when I had time to kill before a concert at either Carnegie or City Center. I was sitting at the bar having a cocktail and a snack when, to my surprise, a bunch of my friends passed by on their way to a table. I couldn't join them because, as I said, I was on my way to a concert.
I was surprised to see them there because these are people who don't usually do fine dining. The person who chose the restaurant is sort of a Chowhound follower. When I subsequently asked him how he had liked it, he said, "It wasn't what I expected. I chose it off Yelp because it got high grades and said it was Indian. I wasn't expecting something so fancy and expensive. It's sort of misleading."
Second, I once ran into someone I know at a Carnegie Hall matinée. It turned out we both had an evening show at City Center. She suggested we grab a drink together in between. I suggested Indian Accent.
We sat at the bar. I looked at the list and ordered a cocktail. The cocktails there look very good -- and, in fact, are very good: some of the better restaurant cocktails in New York, to my mind. She didn't even open the list and ordered a Kingfisher.
Our drinks came. She looked at mine. "That looks very good," she said. "Can I have a taste?" She had a taste. "Oh, that's delicious!" she exclaimed.
"I was surprised you didn't even look at the beverage menu," I said.
"This is an Indian place," she said. "I thought all you could order was beer."
Third, that person, now a convert, then tried to take a friend of hers to Indian Accent after another Carnegie Hall concert. "I don't want an Indian place," her friend snapped when they got there. "I want a restaurant."
"I tried to explain," my acquaintance added when she told me what had happened. "But she wouldn't listen."