We're foodies who know and appreciate a good meal, with my lovely partner having managed a very successful Boston restaurant. The experience at Minerva began with a dirty fork, and maybe that was a sign of things to come. Here's the rundown: sweet corn chicken soup was bland, and could have come out of a store brand's can. The fried jalapeños consisted of bland, brown dough with a dry, puny, empty pepper inside; like a corn dog without the dog - but even a corn dog's dough has a flavor. It was served to us on a bed of raw sliced onions. I asked for yogurt sauce, but the waiter brought a thimble of a pink puree that was bland and, frankly, was no match for the dry dough. After dissecting a few of these, we sent them back. The chicken korma consisted gloppy, bland, orange sauce poured on square chunks of chicken. It was shamefully lacking in authentic Indian spice and substance. The fried cottage cheese appetizer was overcooked, like they fried an old, dry sponge. It was somewhat flavorful, but, like everything else we sampled, was lacking in the anticipated flavors of India. The masala tea was so-so. The garlic nan was dull, not at all like one coming out of an oven in Mumbai, but more like one coming out of a bag from the local grocery store and warmed in a microwave. A lamb appetizer we ordered never came. The touché was the fish masala, which should be named fish "mASSala" because it really did smell like the terminal end of the GI tract. We could not eat it, and instead of sending it back, we chose to take it home to play games with the olfactory system of our friends. Indian food should be a complex, kaleidoscope of earthy, pungent, fragrant flavors! For anyone who has been fortunate enough to eat quality, home-made or truly authentic Indian food, this place is an embarrassment.
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