The decor is fab, with many hanging Afghan rugs. The visuals are the highlight. The food costs double what it should, especially if it were prepared well. Portions are tiny. The brown rice they advertise is really a non-brown Basmati variety. "Salad" consists of lifeless shredded white and yellow iceberg lettuce, diced tomatoes, a few pieces of onion, and overly bitter lemon/vinegar, oil "dressing." The curried pumpkin was actually interesting, but miniature in portion. I will not return to this mid-town rip-off and advise others to avoid Ariana. Better restaurants that are of the diaspora include Moustache in the village, and Beduin Tent on Atlantic Ave. in Brooklyn.