Was tempted into this restaurant as I had read of it in local guides, and because they had an anchoiade on the lunch menu which was appealing. Along with a small pot of anchoiade, I received a tragic plateful of badly manicured, wilting/browning raw veg, with a grey hard boiled egg and a chewy piece of fish. It reminded me of my grandmother's cooking in 1970s Dundee, except she didn't charge.
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