"We had a craving for Indian food on a cold, wet, Thursday evening so we decided to give Maharaja a try based on the positive reviews. Looking through the dimly lit restaurant windows directly off the well travelled Ramstein walking platz, the place seemed completely empty. Against our better judgment, we dismissed our "Spidey" senses on account of the poor weather and decided to give it a shot. Not only should we have listened to our intuition, we were ripped off on the final bill. Our waiter, who claimed to be a son of the proprietors seemed not to want to be there. The only other person in the restaurant was someone in the kitchen...the cook, we hoped. As the only guests, one would think to receive excellent service...hardly. Our waiter was more concerned w/ his smartphone than taking care of his only customers. A simple spritz seemed a chore and half the wines listed on the menu were not available. We ordered a paneer appetizer and two common main dishes w/ chicken. The dishes were average; not bad for an Indian restaurant basically in the middle of nowhere. However, the food was not the main reason to ever return. When we asked for the bill, the waiter approached the table w/o a written bill and unabashedly announced what we owed...Knowing what we had ordered, I was slightly taken aback at the price and quickly calculated what we had ordered, 40+ Euro less than quoted. Not wanting to make a scene (in retrospect, who cares, we were the only customers...LOL), I made the conscious decision to just pay thinking this poor chap needed the cash more than I and I justified it as he needed to cover the evenings operating costs...at my expense! So, I paid the bill vowing to myself to never to return and ensuring not one of my circle ever frequent this poor excuse of a restaurant. We should have listened to our intuition."
