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Diva in Davis Square - Peculiar!


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Diva in Davis Square - Peculiar!

Swankalicious | Jul 29, 2012 01:47 PM

Mr. Swank and I dined at Diva recently. At 6pm, the place was absolutely empty, yet a strange throbbing club music pulsated throughout. Several servers greeted us, very politely (almost apologetically), and each explained that it was her second day on the job. Hmm. Nobody seemed to have any sort of familiarity with the menu. However, it's hard to blame them because ... the menu is completely different from any Indian menu I've gazed upon in the past.

The "new" Diva offers an assortment of tacos as well as several Chinese dishes. Strange! Mr, Swank went with the tried-and-true lamb vindaloo. I got the veggie platter for one -- a good deal at $17.95. It includes soup, salad, two veggie entrees, rice, coffee, tea, and dessert. Also, an odd spiced chicken dish (chicken in some kind of hot orange sauce) is complimentary. It was good the way free meat samples at a food court are good. That is to say, I wondered what this thick orange blanket of sauce served to mask.

The vegetable soup was very good. Our naan took forever to arrive, but it was also quite good when it did surface. *insert BOOMBOOMTHROB music here* But then *boomBOOM* our entrees *BOOM!BOOM! Wait, time to switch stations to Green Day!* arrived. The vindaloo was fine, but my saag paneer looked like a cold scoop of rancid spinach ice cream. It was round, congealed, grey, and nearly immobile despite vigorous prodding from my fork as I looked for signs of edibility. In fact, its shape was not unlike the 1980s hairdo of Granny Swank.

At this point, a few other people had arrived, so the dining room wasn't suspiciously empty. Our servers were gracious, though they didn't offer me the dessert and coffee to which I was entitled, per the menu, since they seemed thoroughly confused by everything *on* the menu.

Our open-air table overlooked the sidewalk, where we were treated to a parade of screeching people (one woman in hot pursuit of another over a missing shoe) and fine people-watching, which came in handy.

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