When a restaurant is filing diners into seats like sardines in a can, it's easy for service staff to become harried. Table 12 needs their gimlet, 14 doesn't have silverware, and there's a spill at the bar. Who has time for niceties? Gorkha Palace does. Northeast Minneapolis' Indian and Tibetan gem may be wildly popular, but servers still find time to treat guests like family. Maybe that's because they all feel like a family themselves. "I asked my boss if I could work here forever," our server told us after we commented on our excellent treatment. Not only are they kind and swift, but their expertise at describing differences among, say, Chyau Takari, Aahloo Bindi, and Hariyo Saag is second to none. They know this food. "I come in here on my day off to eat," our server explained. "I can't stay away." Neither can we.