Given the good reviews and the possibility to sit outside - and our general hope of finding a good Indian restaurant (well, my hope more than that of my partner, since I've lived with and cooked for Desis in college and really miss having a Pakistani hole-in-the-wall next door or having a quality daal with fresh butter on top and crisp fried onions etc et al.) - we gave Indus a shot. I like the interior. It's not attractive, per se, but the raw concrete look is still better than gaudy cliches that other Indian places seem to want to attract their Westerner clienteles with. The tiny yard out in the back, in direct proximity to a bike stand and the trashcans, is cute, if one is being generous, but also a bit of a dark hole. I suspect this is a superb place of refuge in the hot summers of Vienna, though, where it might be nice and cool back there. Just the place to down a refreshing Mango Lassi which, as it turned out (although I actually ordered just a Lassi, which the new, inexperienced, but very courteous waiter thought was naturally and always a MANGO-Lassi), was a very good Lassi. I do like to judge a place by its Lassi. (Too fancy? Too watery? Too sweet?) This one had almonds in it, which I don't need, but had everything else going for it. Fair quantity included. Alas, that was the last positive aspect to report from Indus. We thought we'd eat our way through the appetizers, one by one, and a Daal Soup... to get to know the place. Mistake. Once you have had one appetizer, you've had them all. The same deep fried stuff -- except none of it actually made fresh and therefore soggy -- with the exact same breading on chicken, paneer ("Homemade" the menu says. I say: A microwaved Restaurant Service Industry product, bought en masse), or onion rings. All the same, except for the texture which differed slightly. The Samosas were barely warm inside and not very flaky and definitely not fresh. Every one of these dishes came on a large white plate with a pitiful looking salad and dead slice of tomato slabbed next to it... covered with a bit of vinegar and ginger sauce. This is where the title of the review comes into play: Every upmarket cafeteria would be ashamed to serve that kind of shredded, loveless nonsense with every darn, equally loveless appetizer. In fact, I suspect that the waiter (too new?) or cook (too cynical?) must or should have felt bad when we ordered four (of five) appetizers, realizing that they'd be found out by us doing so. In any case, we struggled for a while as to whether we should continue and give the place a shot with a real dish -- but decided against it... for several reasons. Mostly because the appetizers really didn't suggest anything by way of being positively surprised with the main dishes. And thus the hunt for a serviceable Indian place goes on. P.S. The Daal Soup was a little thin, a little salty, a little spicy... a little mealy... also very much nothing to write home about. Not outright bad, but really only food so as not to be hungry. Which isn't enough.