1 /5
Média de Avaliação
★
Well and well We were warmly welcomed by the owner of the bar who obviously has a strong inclination for ethanol, a beautiful specimen that, do not hide it, defeats the race. Dressed like a regular of the largest PMUs, it gives the impression of being about to vomit at any time, titube taking orders and don't know who it has to serve the dish that just came out of the kitchen. When you go to the crate to settle this is completely lost. We tell her the table that she ate so that he finds the note and that he answers in the greatest of the quiet opff, the tables that you know pfff muhe. Fortunately, the waitress is here to catch up. She knows at least what she does and tries to maintain a proper service. Otherwise, the wait is long (normal, the poor waitress must take care of everything). The food, and she's frozen, so if you like the picard, it's resonable.