Stopped here by chance as we were put off by the stainless steel, glass and plasma TV (with live premiership footie) tourist fayre that unfortunately seems to be the way things have progressed here.
This little private restaurant is a time capsule from 1980. I kid you not. The place is not very big, think large living room with 20 or so covers but they see fit to balance a couple of tube TV's on fridges (playing an old film). A clear out, menus from this side of 1988 and a coat of emulsion for 2014 would pay dividends. (Said with best intentions)
The waiter could be described as 'the nicest bloke' he could also be described as 'a bit too much!', whatever he is he is very clever I marvelled as he switched languages from table to table fluently. He (and the eatery) certainly had fans, no other place this week have I seen guests shaking hands taking pictures and leaving thank you notes on the table.
We were not as impressed with the food, maybe as we didn't have fish? Three of us had chicken piri-piri that would be fair to say was drier than it ought. Still, the place is VERY reasonably priced and we would return.
Long may they hold out...
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