Date: May 23, 2010
Name: Maharaja, Ramle
Address: 87 Herzl St., Ramle
We parked the car in what appeared to be an abandoned lot right across the street from downtown. Nearby was a functioning mosque, and we heard the muezzin calling to prayer. We felt called to Indian food, so after a quick picture, we moved along and found the restaurant. Visiting a new city, hearing the local sounds, and the dusk would have amounted to a romantic evening if we'd been anywhere else.
Maharaja is a 2-part business: the storefront has a small bakery and grocery store, stocked full of Indian and eastern products. The back sports a restaurant, in a dark, dingy room whose decor appeared to be left-over from the 1980s. We noted approvingly that our co-diners were mainly real, authentic Indians, and settled into a booth. We ordered a variety of dishes (our eyes were definitely larger than our stomachs), and meanwhile sipped mango lassi.
Our food arrived in a timely fashion, and a variety of colorful dishes filled the table. The samosas were delicious, and the chutneys were right on. The tempura platter featured a variety of battered and fried vegetables, and was beyond delectable. The other dishes were a little less exciting, although in D's opinion, anything consumed in half-darkness can't taste good (except when hiking). At the evening's end, R bought a little box of desserts made with rose water, which were a little too sweet but helped her make it through the night shift (it's not what you're thinking - she writes subtitles).
The prices were fine and the quantities were ample. The food itself wasn't enough of a lure to return to Ramle, although perhaps if Maharaja were closer to Jerusalem, we'd stop by for another round.
Satiated, we left the restaurant and were thrilled to find Rotkapchen loyally waiting for us, unstolen. The drive home was punctuated with an impromptu tour of the news offices, studio, and subtitles office (woohoo!)
The search for awesome Indian food continues... Stay posted!
Name: Maharaja, Ramle
Address: 87 Herzl St., Ramle
Ramle is an up and coming city in Israel. It's most known for the Ramle-Lod market, a traveling clothing market with unattractive, yet cheap, clothing. Its association with Lod also confers upon it all the glory of the Ben Gurion Airport. Soon, it'll be the place to live - but only we know this. Luckily, our blog has few, or no, readers (if you laughed, please send us an email)
Rumor has it that Ramle has some of Israel's best Indian food, due to the large Indian community there, primarily from Kochin. Thus, joined by M, we set out to discover for ourselves the magic that is Ramle.
Rumor has it that Ramle has some of Israel's best Indian food, due to the large Indian community there, primarily from Kochin. Thus, joined by M, we set out to discover for ourselves the magic that is Ramle.
We parked the car in what appeared to be an abandoned lot right across the street from downtown. Nearby was a functioning mosque, and we heard the muezzin calling to prayer. We felt called to Indian food, so after a quick picture, we moved along and found the restaurant. Visiting a new city, hearing the local sounds, and the dusk would have amounted to a romantic evening if we'd been anywhere else.
Maharaja is a 2-part business: the storefront has a small bakery and grocery store, stocked full of Indian and eastern products. The back sports a restaurant, in a dark, dingy room whose decor appeared to be left-over from the 1980s. We noted approvingly that our co-diners were mainly real, authentic Indians, and settled into a booth. We ordered a variety of dishes (our eyes were definitely larger than our stomachs), and meanwhile sipped mango lassi.
Our food arrived in a timely fashion, and a variety of colorful dishes filled the table. The samosas were delicious, and the chutneys were right on. The tempura platter featured a variety of battered and fried vegetables, and was beyond delectable. The other dishes were a little less exciting, although in D's opinion, anything consumed in half-darkness can't taste good (except when hiking). At the evening's end, R bought a little box of desserts made with rose water, which were a little too sweet but helped her make it through the night shift (it's not what you're thinking - she writes subtitles).
The prices were fine and the quantities were ample. The food itself wasn't enough of a lure to return to Ramle, although perhaps if Maharaja were closer to Jerusalem, we'd stop by for another round.
Satiated, we left the restaurant and were thrilled to find Rotkapchen loyally waiting for us, unstolen. The drive home was punctuated with an impromptu tour of the news offices, studio, and subtitles office (woohoo!)
The search for awesome Indian food continues... Stay posted!
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