Eating too much Indian food makes me sleepy. And gassy. Taj Palace's buffet was so good I don't really mind, though. We were the only customers there when we went in, so it was silent and creepy and I was reluctant to talk because I am enough of an eavesdropper to know exactly how dumb people sound when you don't know them, and as a result I can't stand being overheard in public, even by a gregarious Indian restaurant owner who surely had better things to do than listen to Eric and me recount our respective days. Also, a deserted restaurant on dinner buffet night usually portends bad things. I was really afraid that they'd gone downhill since the last time we went there.
But I totally misread the vibe, because the food was fresh and spicy, and it turns out the empty room just meant we got first crack at everything, because the place was filling up rapidly by the time we left. The best part is you don't have to beg for naan; they load you up and keep it coming if you want it.
So that is my half-assed review of Taj Palace. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go fart myself to sleep.