This is a poor excuse for an Indian restaurant, lacking flavor, panache or even charm. I could forgive the cramped space or even the odd idea of a offering valet parking in an often empty parking lot, if only the food were any good. But not even the most basic staple--naan and roti--had much flavor.
The fried spinach with pomegranate seeds was okay, but never came together as a dish; it was just fried spinach with little else. The tandoori shrimp was dry and tasteless, the samosa was a disgrace and the chicken cooked in cilantro and mint had an odd flavor that made it barely edible. After that parade of disappointment, we didn't even bother to ask for a dessert menu.
The strangest thing is the restaurant's pretenses of grandeur. The menu compared the owner to the creator of Rasika, one of DC's best restaurants--that's a laugh. And the entrance has a virtual shrine to the Washington Post reviewer who loved Curry Mantra 1, the big brother of this offshoot. Never been there, but this place clearly needs work.