Mithu | Srilankan & Indian Cuisine

My daughter and I really enjoy Indian food, and after reading the online reviews decided to drive up from Holland to have lunch. The staff was very friendly. My daughter had the Butter Chicken and said it was her favorite of the places she's had it from. We also order and appetizer, butter naan, and it had a dish I cant remember the name. I'm sorry about that, but it was very good. After eatingasmuch as we could my daughter said we are definitely coming back.

My daughter and I really enjoy Indian food, and after reading the online reviews decided to drive up from Holland to have lunch. The staff was very friendly. My daughter had the Butter Chicken and said it was her favorite of the places she's had it from. We also order and appetizer, butter naan, and it had a dish I cant remember the name. I'm sorry about that, but it was very good. After eatingasmuch as we could my daughter said we are definitely coming back.

This was a cathartic experience. I walk in—boom. So many smells. I’m overwhelmed in the best way. In my daze I focus on an empty corner booth to my right. As I make my way over, I pass a couple praying, another couple on a date, and I catch snippets of borderline-taboo conversation from a nearby table. My first thought: the people-watching tonight is about to be a five out of five. I sit, and the gentleman serving the dining area comes over immediately and greets me with, “My friend, how are you?” We’ve never met. But clearly, we are friends now. In a hushed tone, I share the first secret of this new friendship: it’s my first time eating Indian food. He smiles, and together we choose the safe options. The order: Buttered naan Chicken tikka White rice Ten minutes later, I share the second secret—just as hushed as the first: “I like spice.” Only then do I look around and realize that everyone already eating is coughing, wiping sweat from their foreheads, and occasionally taking a break to recover. Oh no, what have I done? Can I handle “spice” real spice. Their spice? Life has taught me one thing: it gets more exciting when you ignore its little red flags. I’ve never backed down before, and I’m not starting now. Too late for second thoughts—give me all the spice. My plate arrives steaming—sizzling. The naan? Perfection. My friend places the rice down gently, then slides a small cup of spices across the table. “Your spices,” he says. The rest goes by in a blur. My meal is soundtracked by waves of taboo conversation, the soft prayers from earlier, and a late-evening family debate where a young Indian woman tries to convince her parents to accept her boyfriend—who quietly stares at the table and eats. The people-watching? A six out of five. It felt like the entire world was represented in this one dining room—a collective thumbs-up from all cultures and walks of life. Amazing food. Amazing service. And to my new friend: I’ll see you soon.

This was a cathartic experience. I walk in—boom. So many smells. I’m overwhelmed in the best way. In my daze I focus on an empty corner booth to my right. As I make my way over, I pass a couple praying, another couple on a date, and I catch snippets of borderline-taboo conversation from a nearby table. My first thought: the people-watching tonight is about to be a five out of five. I sit, and the gentleman serving the dining area comes over immediately and greets me with, “My friend, how are you?” We’ve never met. But clearly, we are friends now. In a hushed tone, I share the first secret of this new friendship: it’s my first time eating Indian food. He smiles, and together we choose the safe options. The order: Buttered naan Chicken tikka White rice Ten minutes later, I share the second secret—just as hushed as the first: “I like spice.” Only then do I look around and realize that everyone already eating is coughing, wiping sweat from their foreheads, and occasionally taking a break to recover. Oh no, what have I done? Can I handle “spice” real spice. Their spice? Life has taught me one thing: it gets more exciting when you ignore its little red flags. I’ve never backed down before, and I’m not starting now. Too late for second thoughts—give me all the spice. My plate arrives steaming—sizzling. The naan? Perfection. My friend places the rice down gently, then slides a small cup of spices across the table. “Your spices,” he says. The rest goes by in a blur. My meal is soundtracked by waves of taboo conversation, the soft prayers from earlier, and a late-evening family debate where a young Indian woman tries to convince her parents to accept her boyfriend—who quietly stares at the table and eats. The people-watching? A six out of five. It felt like the entire world was represented in this one dining room—a collective thumbs-up from all cultures and walks of life. Amazing food. Amazing service. And to my new friend: I’ll see you soon.

It was wonderful to enjoy some authentic Sri Lankan dishes after a while. I tried the Egg Kottu, soya meat curry (vegetarian) and masala tea. It was flavorful and delicious! The atmosphere was inviting, the service was great, and the food was excellent! Highly recommend this spot to anyone looking for Sri Lankan food in the area.