Long before the methadone clinic in Kenmore Square gave way to Hotel Commonwealth, before IHOP closed and Eastern Standard opened, long before the baseball team across the way redeemed itself, India Quality was here. Twenty-six years after this subterranean shoebox in the shadow of the Citgo sign began serving food from the northern, Punjab region of India, the restaurant still stands.
India Quality is not the kind of Indian restaurant that throws around the word “fusion,’’ or serves Indian tapas or would ever be considered trendy. The menu is extensive, but the food is traditional. Students, especially, come for the big portions and small prices; the lighting is soft enough and the rectangular dining room cozy enough that it qualifies as a cheap date night. India Quality, whose white tablecloths are stitched with the word “welcome,’’ is homey, but not corny.