(I wrote this a bit ago and am just now getting to posting it)
We'd been craving samosas since the weekend, so Tuesday night Damon and I decided to go out for some Indian food. The weather wasn't cooperating so we decided to stick to the nearby Altstadt, which has, so far as we know, 2 or 3 cheap Indian places and one expensive one. Previously we'd only tried the cheap ones and hadn't made a decision on where to go on this particular night. When it started pouring (again) on our way there, we decided to just go to whatever place we found first. It happened to be the expensive one, Indian Palace.
At first we thought that we might not be able to eat there because it appeared that there was a private party going on. A buffet was set out on a white-tableclothed table and everybody there was Indian. However, Damon found some free tables and Germans ordering off the menu in the back, so we picked our way through the Indian party crowd to a seat. We noticed they were all speaking English and drinking tap water.
We perused the menu for a while and finally a server came to take our order. Damon started to ask him something auf Deutsch, but got a little lost partway through and, based on our earlier observation of all the English-speaking Indians, slipped into English. The server seemed okay with that. We ordered our dishes and then Damon asked for tap water. The guy became very clearly upset, which was surprising to us, having noted everyone at the Indian party tables drinking it. It sounded like he wanted to curse at us and was grasping for more acceptable mean things to say, throwing up his hands and looking to the heavens, making a face of clear revulsion. He then told us we could order bottled water with or without gas. Damon asked for tap water again, and the server stalked off in a huff without another word. He then proceeded to say nothing to us the rest of the night. Rather sad, because the food was pretty good. He was relatively nice to the bottled-water-ordering table next to us, though. I'd like to extend a hearty "bite me" to our server at Indian Palace in Heidelberg. Next time, we'll eat over at the Taj Mahal.
I never fancied myself a restaurant-reviewing type before. Most food is fine for me. Since getting here though I keep finding myself full of commentary...