It’s rarely I come across instances of extreme mediocrity in the restaurant segment Orange Hara claims to be in. Reminds me of this conversation in ‘Doctors’ by Erich Segal, where Laura and Barney’s son has this rare disease and they call a doctor to ask for help. The doctor acknowledges it is a rare disease and excitedly asks if he can bring his interns over to see their son saying it’s probably the only time they’ll get to see it. Needless to say Laura bangs down the phone. The analogy is only a little out of place where Orange Hara, Gurgaon is concerned. A clinical case study wouldn’t really be out of question. Students of hospitality would do well to visit Orange Hara, Gurgaon to see just how not to do things.
This is one review where I won’t speak of the food in detail as virtually nothing was worth eating for pleasure. Yes, if you’re looking for nutrition, the food at Orange Hara, Gurgaon probably has some value, but then you’re better off chewing on a carrot bought off a street vendor. Everthing we ate ranged from below average to atrocious. Soup a little better than hot water, kinky hair in the papads (I’ll leave you to guess the origin), lemon seeds snugly ensconced within dry kebabs, old chewy makhane topping a vegetarian dish… the list is endless. And oh, if you’re tempted by the ‘new’ meat/chicken pickles, avoid. The service wasn’t much better either. My Long Island Ice Tea was full to the brim and spilt on touching it. The waiter stood aside and watched with a smug expression on his face while I cleaned the mess with a table napkin. Aggressively clumsy serving staff, some (not all) ridiculously cramped seats and torn table napkins among other gems of professional hospitality are what you can expect at Orange Hara, Gurgaon.
Did I mention there was zero follow up or apology for the offending hair?
Orange Hara, Gurgaon effortlessly delivers pitiful food, horrid service and deplorable attitude in a neat, well executed package. I recommend staying well out of it’s way.
Meal for two: Rs 700