Now, I have nothing at all to say about the main courses offered in Vespers. For the three of us present, it was a salad-fest, at least on my part because of over-indulgence towards the meaty side of the spectrum in days past. A Goat Cheese Salad, a Caesar Salad, and a Warm Chicken Salad. Light, substantial, tasty, right?
Wrong. After waiting longer than one might expect, slurping up bits of
over-chopped mint through a straw and spitting them out discreetly, I eagerly looked at the approaching waiter to see a Tuna Nicoise take the place of my Caesar. "Bhai, yo ta Nicoise ho ni Ö"
What's worse, with the exception of the delicately grilled, flavoursome chicken, the rest of the ingredients in the other two salads were a disaster. While I praised another establishment recently for experimenting with a range of leaves in a salad, it seems everything just has to catch on in Nepal. Here we had parsley, fennel, green garlic, mint, some other unidentified shrubbery and, oh there you are, lettuce. Believe it or not, there is such a thing as too much variety. And instead of nicely crumbled goat cheese Vespers opts for three slices of bread lathered with the stuff to top the salad itself.
As we left, disgruntled, the waiter came rushing up to inform me that they'd given us too much change back. It was the first thing they'd got right that day.
After New Orleans on the right side of Jhamel's Restaurant Lane.