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not impressed. the nativity of my man was tasty as the laughter of my escape. but that's the best I can say. my escape should be accompanied by a crispy sweet-coleslaw and lenses. before I could say something, the runner who laid the plate was gone. Our waitress was nowhere to find and did not want my meal to get cold, I started eating the escape. when I explained the problem of the person who came to check for our meal (not our waitress,) he looked at me as if I had two heads. at this point, I also made the decision to eat the spasm, as it would have been waiting for the spare sides to end his meal while I wait. the next person who stop at the table to check on dinge (but not our waitress) told me when I explained the problem that there is no escape on the menu that contain these pages! I asked her to get me a menu and I'd show her. do I need more?