Our dinner started with a pushy waiter telling me order the wine special which I did not want to order. I should have checked the menu online before booking as the only Vietnamese produce was the Oysters then the pushy waiter was book telling us to order the meat platter. Sorry but firstly we don’t eat much beef anymore and secondly we don’t fly half way across the world to eat our own Australian beef. I ordered the over priced cold seafood platter and I was asked why I didn’t eat all my mussels upon collection. I advised that they were over cooked so un chewable and received an oh as a reply. My other half had the French chicken which was lame served on a massive chopping board. The sides which we were pushed to order were ok.
As for the loud locals who had a large table near the open kitchen who had kids running around then after the wives and kids left the men continued to talk really loud and toast. A waiter from the club at the intercontinental asked if we were able to watch the chef I said no as there was a party in the way. So much for a romantic experience.
On top of that there is the loud nightclub music, cigar smoke smell and disgusting toilets that we had to use.
After we said we were too full for desert we were ignored which was great as I can’t say I ever wanted to see the pushy older waiter again but I would like to say the young waiter from the Phillipines was awesome. I didn’t get his name but he made our awful experience not so bad.
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