We were urged to book this top rated restaurant before travelling to Lla Franc, but didn't and subsequently got in easily.
We were shown to seats for drinks and given a colourful menu, all descriptions couched in ‘flowery language’ all slightly ‘over the top’
There was a 'tasting menu' as well as a list of unfamiliar mixtures of local and unusual combination of dishes (Cod mixed with tripe etc..?). The 'peti fors was an additional unavoidable charge and they started serving at the lounge table. First off was a single ‘peeled’ olive, served on a bent spoon and just placed down on the raw table top with a brief but incomprehensible explanation. It looked like a ball of slime. Next were two implements each one containing two potato crisps. One was in a wire holder, the other in a heavy and bulky block of composition with grooves cut into it. Strange!
After we ordered we were then told the tables were ready and staff just signalled in the vague direction. No one offered to take our drinks or jackets over to the table (yes they don’t appear to have a cloakroom) we were handed a big impressive book, weighing a kilo or so and all tooled in gold and black which was the wine list. Then came the next peti fors, which was a small half-inch biscuit with crème fresh and a tiny slice of smoked salmon. These tiny peti fors were hardly worth the effort of serving. The wine was opened, we were not shown the label or given a sample, it was just glugged out and then placed out of our reach on another table as well as the water. The remarkable and highly stylised plate settings were swept away and then came the bread (no butter), several varieties and very nice but very filing. More wine and water were glugged out without comment or invitation by the taciturn wine waiter. The meal was dragged out over quite a time frame with another three passes of the fabulous bread container. The meal consisted of all protein and little vegetables. Mine turned out to be basically rice risotto and a thin slice of raw cold beef. It was a strange slimy feel eating it and I wondered how long the raw beef had been lying in the warm risotto. I was subsequently physically sick.
An American couple with their two teenage sons were at the table opposite and endured the same fate, but this time I counted six passes of the bread container (The staff must have feared a possible problem with filling the two teenagers up, given the slow service and the mediocre portions). There were lots more uninvited glugging of the wine and water, with the only comment being asked if another bottle was wanted Sir?.
The final coup de grace was when the waiter upended the bottle of red wine in my wife’s glass so that the last glass of wine was full of sediment and so was undrinkable. The American family received the same treatment, so we weren’t being singled out!
It was a truly humorous experience and we were both beside ourselves with laughter at this Fawlty Towers experience, with the female staff gliding about continuously with the stacks of bread and the taciturn wine waiter dressed in a black piny weaved his solemn route between the tables, glugging wine and water into clients glasses with gay abandon and gruff demeanour. It was an expensive experience. The food was awfully pretentious, and in my case I was sick later at the hotel.
It was so bad it was funny, but don’t go there whatever you do!
Stayed May 2013, travelled as a couple