Thali Restaurant Indien - Annemasse

Food wasnt good and was expensive.terrace is pretty though. Waiter was oretty inauthentic in his smile

I was in last Saturday...decent staf and very kind...Food is excellent..and this restaurant is #first in this city then the other..I was in lots of indian restaurants but they give special food and original indian traditional food..dont miss.. My family also love their food and atmosphere

By chance my colleagues and myself came here on the 28th of March! Very kind staff, nice setting and very clean...but most of all: GREAT INDIAN FOOD!! I recommend it to everybody!

If you read my previous review, you will discover that I never actually ate at the restaurant, but gave them a negative review because of attitude! My attitude! I am so self absorbed sometimes I can 't get over myself! I think I have lived in France too long. I swore I would never go back! NEVER! But I did. Why? Addiction! I am addicted to Indian food. I am from Glasgow, and as you will probably know, Chicken Tikka Masala was created in Glasgow YES, Glasgow, along with violence and alcoholism. In 2001, British Foreign Secretary Robin Cook a good name for somebody obsessed with food declared that Chicken Tikka Masala, created in Glasgow, is now a true British national dish, as British as steak kidney pie, not only because it is the most popular dish, but because it is a perfect illustration of the way Britain absorbs and adapts external influences. I have eaten good, bad and brilliant Indian food all over the world, but Indian Food is very hard to find in France even harder than hard working, friendly postal employees. So enroute to the Bejart Ballet in Lausanne, we stopped in for lunch, and I am so glad we did because it was up in the brilliant category. I have a ritual for my first visit to a new Indian restaurant: do not order esoteric dishes that you have never eaten before order what you have eaten a thousand times, so you can make an instant comparison just in case you have to order an emergency take out halfway through the meal. So: it was the standard duo of: Mutton shahi korma and of course: Chicken tikka masala with aubergines and some amazing fans of naans to complete a memorable lunch. The service was impeccable, the food was delicious so we ordered 4 dishes to take with us at the end of the lunch and the prices were very reasonable. What could be better? I can 't wait to go back, which I will do everytime my companion is skiing which is such a silly thing to do although I will have to promise to come home with more than just the bill. The restuarant is billed as: Muslim it may be, who knows, but beer and wine are on the menu. Beef is also on the menu, so I don 't think they are Hindu who believe that a cow is Gomaata, a motherly deity. When a baby cannot be breastfed by the mother, the cow is prescribed as the choice of surrogate breast feeding. This has been a tradition in India for ages, and has only served to reinforce the sentiment. So they are an enigma which is my religion of choice I am an enigmatic. Thali is also confusing, as it makes one think instantly of THAI food at least it could confuse a stupid person which I am, for leaving a negative review in the first place. I apologise from the bottom of my stented heart and I can;t wait to heat up the takeaway. The take away from my experience at Thali the BEST Indian food I have had in France.

Good Indian food is very hard to find in France. No, let me start again, any kind of good food is hard to find in France! WHAT? I hear you say! France is the gastronomic capital of the world and have you never been to Lyon the capital of the gastronomic capital of the world. YES! We live less than two hours from Lyon and have never managed to find a decent hotel or a decent meal. But that is beside the point I want to talk about ANNEMASSE! I am from Glasgow, and the old joke was: that if God needed to give the planet an enema, well, you can work out where he would insert it. Annemasse is the Glasgow of Haute Savoie. Annemasse is one of the planet 's great non events. Annemasse is a bedroom community of up market Geneva, housing all the French worker bees who service the Swiss queen, BUT there is not a single bar worth drinking in or a restaurant worth eating in. Then we found a new Indian restaurant called: The Thali that not only looked very appetising on their website but opened 6pm which would give us time to eat before the concert 7:30pm. We arrived early and sat outside the purple resturant and at 6pm a gentleman arrived and unlocked the door. Oh! Oh! We may be in trouble if they are serving at six why are they unlocking at six? We waited five minutes and then entered the restaurant to find two aromatic Asians armed with vacum cleaners. This is how the brief but terse conversation went: Me: Are you open? Asian: No, sir, we open at seven. Me: But your website says 6pm and we have driven a long way so we could eat in your new restaurant before the concert. At this point, it all went wrong, and I had to be restrained by my long suffering partner. What he should have said was. Asian: I am so sorry, sir, for the confusion, I will make sure that is changed immediately on our website, it was an oversight on our website, is there anything I can do to make things right, maybe some takeway at 7pm when the chef wakes up from his slumbers, that you can eat in the concert to annoy all the other luvvies. What he did say and I kid you not: Asian. No, sir, 6pm is the time on the website so the staff know what time to come in and clean. Now, I have heard of not giving the Irish labourers tea breaks on the building sites because it takes too long to retrain them, but having to let his Asian staff know via their website on a daily basis what time they have to come in and clean is/was an insult to my intelligence. I stormed out. AND THEN IT GOT WORSE.... My long suffering partner, a lovely Belgian lady who knows a lot about food, remembered the other Indian restaurant in town. Maybe it will be open. We were both starving and craving Indian food. Unfortunately it was open. Now this is what I don 't understand. And it is starting to drive me crazy. My partner will make a Thai curry today, to try and make up for yesterday 's horrible disappointments. My long suffering partner is an accountant by trade. She makes a curry maybe six times a year. It is always delicious. The person working in the restaurant I will not call him or her a chef is making curries 60 times a day. He makes curries ten times more in a day than my partner makes in an entire year. Her curries are sublime his were inedible. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? I want to know. Surely by repetition the so called Indian professional chef should be able to cook something at least as good as a homemade curry. No? What am I missing? It is ruining my life. It defys simple logic.