I chose this pot of simmering veggies because of the intriguing main ingredient - okra. Having no clue of what it was, I brazenly chose it for my meal. Despite some terrible ethnic-dining experiences, I trust Khajuraho's food, it's the finest Indian on the Main Line, maybe the best in Philly. In terms of taste and mouthfeel, I would say okra is akin to asparagus; but I found the former more toothsome, able to hold more spices.
Sadly the rest of the dish - some boring and mushy onions and peppers - didn't hold up to the novelty of the okra.