After my husband, who is not a fan of Indian food offered to indulge my taste for it, we decided to try Mirchi. We arrived and were seated in a booth (number 5 according to the sticker on the wall). We ordered some appetizers, though I was told they were out of samosas (!). Our appetizers arrived fairly quickly, and while the spring rolls were crisp and hot, the chicken Manchurian was warm in the center of the plate but cool on the outside. We had to ask for plates (which were grabbed from a neighboring vacant table) and sauce to accompany the spring rolls. We placed our order for the main course and then the wait began. As we sat there, a jewelry show that had been going on earlier in the banquet room was packing up and several gentlemen proceeded to roll a number of suitcases through the dining room. We had time to notice that there were numerous holes in the walls and that it was in need of a paint job. Our waitress finally came by to tell us that our meal was delayed because they "only had one tandoori oven and that it was being used for bread." It would be about 15 more minutes for my husband's tandoori chicken. She then disappeared. The 15 minutes came and went. Near the front, a woman was waiting for a carry-out meal. She launched into the person at the front desk that she had been waiting for 45 minutes. "You told me 15 minutes when I called. I know you are slow here so I even came late and my food still isn't done!"
Our waitress walks by and we are told that it will be only another 5 minutes for our food. Two minutes later, my chicken tikka masala shows up, but not my husband's tandoori chicken. He insisted that I begin without him. 3/4 of the way through my meal, he has had enough. He got up and told the host (couldn't find the waitress) to cancel his meal. A few minutes later, the male server who forgot our plates earlier, comes out with his meal, and he sent it back, no longer wanting to stay any longer. The waitress brings the check, which is about $23. He puts down a $50 bill and asks for change, thoroughly disgusted. She brings back $6 and change. After tracking her down, he points out the error in his change. "Oh, I thought you gave me a 20," she says. Say what? Is this some kind of new math? We got our change and hightailed it out of there. We will not be returning.