If a restaurant serves bad food two consecutive times, it is likely that bad food is a chronic, systemic problem there.
Temple Flower serves South east Asian cuisine, their service is courteous and prompt but the food is discard-able. I don’t recall the names of the stuff we called for on either occasion because I couldn’t care less. The tofu was more like wood in taste and texture than anything else though it was in a gravy. What was meant to be a fruit and veggie tossed salad nestled in arched crispy iceberg lettuce turned out to be salad dumped on to soggy, flat, lifeless lettuce levitating above an ugly oil pool. The other stuff I cannot recall even vaguely.
Stem cutlery, dandia-like chopsticks and the Siberian air-conditioning didn’t help either. The last of the problems can be resolved easily if outdoor seats are available.
The only saving grace of this place was the blue curacao drink I had on my second and final visit. I think it was called Blue Hawaiian. It is probably one the best blue curacao mocktails I have had. Combine curacao with fresh pineapple and lime in just the right proportions, and one can never go wrong. Try at your own risk though. I have a feeling each time would be a new gamble.
Despite the really bad food, this place was well-populated on both counts. I cannot fathom why! Probably for the alcohol. Then again, which eating place in Mumbai is not teeming with people on weekends?
The place is cramped – overhearing conversations becomes unavoidable thanks to close set tables. The pricing is the same a mid level restaurant would have. It would have been reasonable if the food was edible.
Verdict: Ye tofu kabool nahi hai.
The healthiest and yummiest of food is at home, the second yummiest in real dhabas.