According to their website, they've been at this location for 30 years, and that seems right to me. Back in the day, my oldest friend and I met here occasionally for the lunch buffet, which was delicious and plentiful. Never knew what I was eating, but I always enjoyed everything I had. We never made a conscious decision to stop coming here. My friend moved around a lot. When he was living in Wayne, before his divorce, he would come here with his wife and kids. But it has been a few years since he and I ate at Jyoti.
About a week ago, my friend was in the area, and we agreed to meet somewhere for dinner. When he suggested Jyoti, I readily agreed, and when he added, "I know you were never a big fan of it..." I was shocked. "When did I say that? Where did that come from? I never said that! I always liked the place!"
Sometimes my friend will say something patently untrue just to get a reaction. He succeeded.
I will confess that I'm not a fan of the location. It's on Rt. 46, right where 46 merges with Rt's 80 and 23 in a confusing, maddening, dangerous snarl of speeding, reckless drivers flirting with death within spitting distance of the Willowbrook Mall.
We were to meet at 6 and I proceeded down 46 in my usual timid fashion (my night vision sucks, and...as my cataracts progress...my day vision isn't all that great either), I kept my eye (the one with the smaller cataract) peeled for where I remembered Jyoti being located. Despite my intent focus, I still managed to pass the small, non-descript restaurant and instead pulled into the lot of a trucking company next door. The 2 businesses don't connect, and rather than try to navigate the migraine-inducing highways in an effort to find a perhaps very far away U-turn, I instead drove up the shoulder in the wrong direction against oncoming traffic (not recommended) until I was able to pull into Jyoti's parking lot, where my friend waited. Not exactly Popeye Doyle pursuing assassin Pierre Nicoli through rush-hour Brooklyn streets in "The French Connection," but my nerves were nonetheless frazzled. As we entered Jyoti's cool, spacious interior, I found the ambiance calming, and the prospect of good Indian food soothed me sufficiently so that I was able to forget about my harrowing drive and relax. It had been a long time since I had eaten here, but I was happy to be back.
The buffet wasn't available, and I felt immediately at a disadvantage, as I've never actually ORDERED in an Indian restaurant, but my friend, who is always a too-generous host, said he would order the food, if I was agreeable, and I was.
There was water, and I ordered a Pepsi. My friend ordered Chai tea. Our server was friendly and helpful. She took our orders. This seems to be a family operation, as an older gentleman brought our dishes as we ordered and cleared the table when we were finished.
We started with a light cracker-type of appetizer, which was served with a choice of a red vegetable spread, or a green mint one. I tried both (the mint one had spice to it). My friend ordered coconut and cherry naan bread, which was delicious (I ate most of it). I also had a hot coconut soup with raisins (different, but delectable). We split chicken samosa (crispy dough with a filling), chicken tandoori on bone, chicken masala, lamb vindaloo, a lentil dish with vegetables, and basmati rice. It was a lot of food, and I ate most of it (I am mindful of my ongoing diet, but I hadn't had Indian food in a long time, and I hadn't eaten at all that day), but there were still leftovers.
The only disappointing aspect of the whole experience was the dessert. I remember Kulfi as some of the most exquisite ice cream I've ever eaten, and I love ice cream. I ordered it, but it wasn't as I remembered it. It was almost like a thin popsicle on a stick. I ate it, and enjoyed it, but it wasn't what I expected based on the Kulfi I had decades ago. Maybe like my late WASP mother's lasagna, the memory is more exquisite than the reality of it actually was. Still, when we come next time, I think I'll try one of the other desserts listed on their menu.
Despite the disappointing Kulfi, and the hardship of finding the tiny restaurant amidst the numbing, heavily-trafficked procession of mini-malls, mega-malls, gas stations, trucking companies, motels, fitness facilities, chain drugstores, office buildings, diners, furniture stores, chain restaurants, lamp stores, adult boutiques, etc., that line this bleak, depressing section of Rt. 46, I heartily recommend Jyoti for anyone with a hankering for quality Indian cuisine. I'm not an expert on Indian food, or a connoisseur, but I know what I like.
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