So this restaurant I went to last night, Benjarong, was just voted the best Thai restaurant in town in the annual
Times of India guide. I've been wallowing in all sorts of batura, puri, rasam, gajjar halwa, murukku, and the like, so I decided to take a break from the Indiafest to try some Thai around here. (Maybe it would go better than the Italienjab

)
You go up this rickety elevator to the third floor. The food was pretty good, though not outstanding for Thai. But the service there was... well?
So I have an idea. Open a Thai restaurant and call it "Hover" ... where four wait staff swarm back and forth, from table to table, looking over you, continually fussing with your setup. Don't dare lift a finger to reach the ladle to lay down some more curry on your plate: I'll handle that. And don't even think about serving yourself more rice. Can I wipe the corners of your mouth? It's been a whole two minutes since I last checked in on you. Can I chew your food for you?
Oh wait, that restaurant already exists, and it's called Benjarong. It seriously irritated me. In-your-face service by a bunch of Chinese (apparently they think Desis must not notice the difference) who practically treat you like a quadriplegic. I gave one waiter this look -- as I was reaching for more of the curry in front of me -- of "I dare you to grab this ladle from my hands, and this fork is going straight into your thigh!" I literally had four different people ask if I wanted more lemongrass tea over a five minute period.
This is the closest I've ever felt to being gang-raped by restaurant wait staff, I swear...