The Good: Service is absolutely impeccable. Nice, kind, and thoughtful waitstaff; very similar to the elegant and professional waitstaff experience provided by the Cuisine India just outside of JSC down on the southeast side, which I had the ROTD for back in January 2011. Service elevates everything else and they win hard on service. Giving props where props are due before I take the satin gloves off.
The Bad: No dish at the buffet was remarkable; it was simply edible and unproblematic, like I didn't find a dead guy and his gently used condom in any of my plates, which is at least a minimal concern at some of the Taco Bells I have passed through back in Filthydelphia. The chicken tikka masala was off-colour indicating a heavier spice and less cream than oft recommended, and it wasn't even spicy (hot) spice like I like, it was just a bunch of things that got shaken into the mixture which displaced the ratios for cream and made me a sad panda. The saag paneer was the thickest I have ever received, which baffled me for a split second compared to what I am used to - this is more oatmeal than anything else fam. The naan was likely the standout since it was hot and plentiful, unlike most of the other Indian joints I visit where you either pay by the slice of naan like an asshole or forgo it altogether out of their laziness and inability to get it from the kitchen to your beautiful face sitting there at the table in the dining area. But no problem here, it was hot and omnipresent. To say the buffet is 'bad' is an overstatement, but the quality resembles the Korma Sutra ("KS") downtown that failed to stay alive at their price point. This is a pricey joint and the quality of the food just does not reflect it, which led KS to close. Nirvana, unlike KS, makes up for the quality of their food with their hella nice waitstaff (in the good column) but they get a severe demerit with the valet only (in the ugly column) which balances them out as a-ok at best if we are being charitable - which I am trying to be considering how polite the waitstaff was.
The Fugly: Valet only. Strangers touching The Dragon? No thanks, fella and/or ladykin. Also had I known this fact in advance I actually would have had some small bills on me for the tip, which would be a sensible tip to move my car six feet for me. I could literally see my car (and the Magic the Gathering mana land cards stowed in the glove box) six feet away from my beautiful standing at the front door of Nirvana but they had to move it six feet for me. But instead no, nobody told me valet only so instead of small bills they got wee ... uh, book money bills that I usually pay for in cash since the purveyors of "books" do not accept credit cards so I need to pay them in cash for their services. Valet pisses me off. I would uber instead of driving and valeting. BUT NOBODY GODDAMN TOLD ME, SUSAN, AND WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME I JUST KNOW THIS PLACE WAS VALET ONLY?
Extra considerations: the doors in the restroom are super heavy and swing shut sharply & loudly. I thought the bro was real angry and slamming around as he exited the crapper where he was doing "mysterious things" whilst I was washing my hands. But as the next gent entered apparently the heavy doors just swing loudly, nobody was slamming around. And the sink in the gent's restroom had embedded color changing LEDs (see photos) which amazed me and was great fun; about the most fun I have had in a gent's restroom outside of that sweaty Wendy's bathroom just outside of Biloxi. But the loud noises I do not like with the heavy doors swinging shut. However, the neato mosquito lights in the sink nearly make up for that.
Apparently the place had a major remodel from a few years ago, leading to the amazing LED sink. If they upgrayedd (with that double dose) the recipes and kitchen, then they will be the go-to Indian joint in town. As it sits now, their valet makes them a distant 11th or 12th choice for Indian in the Greater Houston area basically just replacing the tail end of the spectrum that Korma Sutra had previously occupied.
If I get a rich person pregnant (or get impregnated by a rich person which is totes possible according to that Danny Devito film I saw once in the 90s) and am finally able to move in the Memorial area to raise my kids in, I would come to Nirvana out of convenience for its proximity to my fortress of solitude, not out of preference for the quality of muh dinner foods.
If you want to look fancy (with the valet, the fancy sink, and the good service) and are not the biggest fan of Indian food and spices in the first place, hit this joint up to impress your date. Then hit up the Taco Bell around the corner just across Dairy Ashford for fourthmeal after you enjoy some "books" and obtain the munchies at a respectable 2am or 3am hour. read more