Dolma's Since 1984

shatakshi Singh

8 months ago

5.0

Very good ambience and food quality is soo good and waiter and waitresses are also so polite and friendly

Robin Kumar

1 week ago

4.0

had a great experience with Dolmas. female Staff is very Good and polite. but the male one is not experienced so try to improve this.

pankaj gupta

11 months ago

3.0

Dolmas Kitchen Arnav and I had gone to Yamuna Banks (North Delhi) to celebrate World Environment Day. On our way back, we decided to visit MKT for dinner (my older friends MKT = Majnu Ka Tila). This market holds a lot of nostalgic memories. It was 20 years ago that Bithika and I came here and were introduced to laphing. {Laphing is a popular Tibetan street food, a cold noodle dish typically made with plain flour, mung bean starch, or wheat flour}. It wasn’t just the dish—it was the experience of sitting on the steps of a Gompa, being served by an elderly lady in a white saree/dress. The moment carried a tender warmth, evoking the love and comfort of a grandmother’s kitchen. Things have changed; we lost our grandmother to time. Now there are 8 micro kitchens serving the same dish. The dish is the same, but it has lost the love and, thus, the taste. Now they are selling it like bhel puri at a railway platform. Tasteless and stupid. MKT has changed—from a refugee camp to a vibrant market in the grip of K-pop culture. Anything and everything is now Korean: Noodles, dolls, chips, hair bands, dresses, photo booths, and restaurants. When did this happen? Why did this happen? The bigger question for me was: what is K-pop culture? I’m getting old. It’s not just a generation gap—I’ve started to feel like a historical relic. Arnav suggested Dolmas Kitchen for dinner, hoping to get some Tibetan food before it gets replaced by kimchi. A beautiful restaurant with indoor and terrace seating and live music. It felt more like a high-end club than a Tibetan place. A large screen continuously showing a documentary on Roman architecture wasn’t helping the ambience. We were early for this place. At 8:30, it had a deserted look. Staff were wandering around, and there was that uneasy calm before the storm. Most nightclubs go through this. So we were going to have ” Tibetan food, in a Korean market, at a nightclub, influenced by Roman architecture”. Food: Tibetan food. Their beautiful menu had only 3 items under the Tibetan section: 1. Lungs 2. Tripe (stomach) 3. Tail My first reaction was: “What, no kidneys, liver, and testicles?” Just joking. I eat meat, but still, lungs, stomach, and tail are not food. We are Punjabi by default (Delhiites), so where is my chicken, where is my mutton? We shared a glance and, to some extent, our disgust. Which gave way to a dare. As carnivore men, do we walk away from a carcass just because our choice of cuts isn’t there? Arnav had no idea what he was getting into. I knew better—and I was scared. We decided to play smart. We decided to survive. We ordered the tripe. In a balancing act, we ordered a pan-fried chicken momo. We weren’t feeling secure enough, so we ordered a corn dog too. Not a dog dog—a corn dog. Corn Dog: A corn dog is primarily made of a hot dog coated in a cornmeal-based batter and deep-fried. It’s a confusing sentence. It has two dogs and a meal. There is no dog, and it’s hardly a meal. It turned out to be a lovely dish—a tiny sausage coated with double the amount of bread crumbs, deep fried and served with sweet mayonnaise and ketchup. I have never had a more disgusting bread roll. Almost raw in the centre, and even after two bites, I didn’t find the sausage. I concealed my emotion and offered the dog to him. The expression on his face after the first bite was priceless. It almost made the trip worth it. We’ve had our share of disgusting and badly prepared dishes, but this dish went straight into the hall of fame. Pan-fried Chicken Momo: The presentation was great, as they had grilled only one side of it. It was a bit dry for my liking, but Arnav liked it. Tripe with Tingmo (Steamed Bread): The dish looked like squids—thin white strips, just not in a ring shape. Even the texture was a bit chewy, like overcooked squids. To our surprise, it tasted great. How could this be possible? Both of us got busy trying to wrap our brains around this dish. Was this the beautiful, exceptional dish we were dreading? It had flavour, it had complexity—everything. Now the only question that remains to be answered is: do we go back for the lungs and tail or retain this beautiful memory and never step into this place again?

Tashi

1 year ago

3.0

The ambience is no doubt good with indoor games to play. The food taste average, nothing wow, more of a fusion and not typical authentic Tibetan flavor. The service lady is polite and good but overall service need improvement as there's delay in service of many tables while we were there.

Jasleen Kaur

1 year ago

2.0

I went their with very high hopes but was disappointed. Me and my mother waited for 25 minutes for table at roof top but ambiance there was very poor then after making us wait for 25 minutes they served us dessert first which was pathetic. Only good thing was there spinach cheese momo , thenthuk was flavourless and ema datse was very average. I would not suggest people to go there . MKT has plenty of decent restaurants those are within budget and serve much better food

vedita behl

6 months ago

1.0

Too low quality. Only oil nothing else. Not recommended at all. The taste was so horrible even there was no salt in the food . Coffee was also very bad

Sanmoy Ghosh

1 year ago

1.0

Worst quality food! Only good thing about this cafe is ambiance and service ! But very poor quality of food ! Asking management to take care of it

Abhishek Bansal

1 year ago

1.0

They are not good. While ordering saying order to thst person or that perosn. No manager is there who can listen

riya sah

1 year ago

1.0

very bad taste of every food , quantity was not good , they served food without salt , overhyped place

Yashveer Monga

1 year ago

1.0

Worst food ever the beer was warm ig it’s supposed to be served chilled Worst worst worst