Last weekend, out of boredom, decided to try this place.
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Apparently, this restaurant is under the same management as Spice Of India, which has totally different décor and atmosphere (I think price wise would be different too, must be!)
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Now, it is not easy to spot this restaurant (Bombay Spice) and a first glance. Even though I frequent Midvalley often, but it’s not until last week I noticed this place. It’s situated behind Jonker’s Street Sweets (my mistake, sorry, hehe) in the Lower Ground floor, somewhere in between Midvalley and Gardens.
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Above all, I want to comment about their service. First, the waitress was not prompt. (Because she is a WAITress?? Haha!)
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Second, I don’t appreciate it when she is screaming to her head staff across our table. I don’t need to know that the other table has waited for 20 minutes and their food has not been served. And I don’t need to know that you have to remind the cook or whoever that is in the kitchen of our order. Find other ways to communicate other than SHOUTING.
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Third, I feel uncomfortable when the waitress pacing up and down with her high heels clanging against the hard cement floor.
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My mum had ordered Mango Lassi and I had ordered Hot Lemon Tea.
What I don’t understand is why are they serving it in a paper cup. It’s just doesn’t feel right.
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My Hot Lemon Tea. It has a bit of spices inside. Really a new perspective to me.
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Then, about 40 minutes later, our Lamb Briyani came. (Please take note that I bolded “40 minutes”
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Did you see the colour? Appetising!
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The lamb was tender. The rice was fragrant, as a Nasi Briyani should be. It came with a separate curry (the lamb is actually at the bottom of the pot) but somehow I feel it tastes better as it is, without the separate curry.
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The separate curry in on the left.
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Our bill:
What annoys me most is the 10% service charge. Argh. 
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Service was bad, but the food is good. However, the ambience doesn’t suit the price range that they have here. It feels like a food court to me.
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Will I come back? I don’t know.
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