The art on the walls is mostly posters from Nepal, and there's a beautiful weaving behind the front desk. A large mirror fills the back wall, while shallow arches decorate the west wall. Paper lanterns with Tibetan or Nepali symbols hang from the ceiling. The music runs from what sounds like Buddhist monks chanting to sitar music. In fact, the chanting seemed to keep down the noise level of the patrons in the room.
Service is swift and earnest, accomplished by one very busy waiter.
Although I didn't notice any extra long pauses between dishes, Chef Mothey at one point came out to apologize for any delays and for the incinerated lamb dish, which I'll describe in detail later in this review. The tables are set with linens, and some are then covered with glass, others with paper placemats. I should have eaten at a glass top because I blotched my tablecloth with tamarind sauce in several places. Now it's my turn to apologize. There is a wine list of four whites and three reds, but it doesn't tell you anything other than the grape variety and the price.