I am a very picky eater when it comes to Indian food. Olympic-level picky. And honestly, as an Indian, I feel like it’s my cultural duty to judge every dish like I’m hosting MasterChef: Auntie Edition.
So when I heard this new spot opened up, I accompanied the family and marched in with both hope and suspicion. We kicked things off with a mix of veg and non-veg appetizers—dahi puri, mutton sheekh kebabs, the usual suspects. Much to my shock (and my family’s relief), the flavors absolutely slapped. Even the Paneer Tikka was so good it made me rethink every life choice involving mediocre paneer.
Then came the dish I had been eagerly waiting for… the Tandoori Lobster Tikka. Listen. This wasn’t just food. This was a spiritual experience. This dish didn’t just win my heart—it adopted it, raised it, and paid for its college tuition.
Of course, I refuse to leave ANY Indian restaurant without ordering the holy grail: Butter Chicken. This time, I paired it with Chilli Garlic Naan, and together the two performed a romantic Bollywood duet in my soul.
And dessert? Please. Leaving without dessert is chaos. An insult to my ancestors. I was recommended the Salted Caramel Kulfi, and wow—what a grand finale. Creamy, dreamy, and easily the best kulfi I’ve ever had. So do yourself a favor and visit Mystic India.
-Unapologetically full.
