Mutton Bone Soup was nothing but Satan’s repugnant concoction of dry red chilli powder flung into hot water.
Were these inedible monstro shitties cooked by humans or wrought by Satan’s vile, gnarled fingers?ĭevoid of any evidence of tamarind, Arusuvai’s Rasam tasted like plain hot black pepper powder water. The despicable buffoons at Arusuvai couldn’t get even basic Indian fare like Rasam, Mutton Bone Soup, Idli, Sambar, Chicken 65 and Onion Pakora right and ruined them inedibly, hopelessly. When an Indian restaurant screws up the basics, you can be sure they’ll bugger the rest of the meal as well. Horrid Chicken 65, Hard Pakodas Arusuvai – Screwing Up the Basics Well, there must be some truth in the old adage that bad things come in threes!įor the quidnuncs among our readers, the other Chettinad disasters were Anjappar and Karaikudi Chettinad. Good Chettinad food can send sharp thrills up your spine and transport you into paroxysms of delight that no Playboy Bunny, Penthouse Pet or Bollywood Item-Girl can ever hope to match.Īrusuvai, alas, is no sex-bomb but a herpes-afflicted whore, a nasty charlatan, whose only vile goal is to dip her pustulating fingers into the wallets of unwitting customers that amble into its premise on RT-130 in North Brunswick.Īrusuvai is the third Chettinad restaurant in New Jersey that deeply disappointed, nay, distressed us. remove your old, dirty slippers and fling it at the restaurant).Īs even the dumbest of our readers know, Chettinad cuisine owes its great fame and glory to its spicy, flavorful food. The fitting punishment for such Indian restaurants dumpsters in New Jersey – Adi Seruppale (i.e.
When clueless bozos stray into the kitchen and headless chicken run helter skelter around the dining room, the ugly epiphany is a hopelessly trashy Indian restaurant called Arusuvai Chettinad in North Brunswick, NJ.
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