Was pleasant enough, but for the big TV screens showing wrestling. When we eat somewhere with TV screens, the kids can't take their eyes off it, regardless of what's showing. Last night Trudi and I sat facing the screens, hoping that Ivy and Hazel would be spared the sight of grimacing wrestling guys with occasional fake blood on their faces. That little plan failed because the bistro has shiny glass windows in all directions.
Whichever way you look there is a clear reflection of the bloody TV. Sigh.
The food was ok. Kids liked their linguini with alleged napolitana sauce; my fish was fine; Trudi's parma was fine. The kids' meals came with "free ice cream" which turned out to be a cardboard pot of Frozen Dairy Free Gluten Free substance, with a wee pink plastic paddle.
Whichever way you look there is a clear reflection of the bloody TV. Sigh.
The food was ok. Kids liked their linguini with alleged napolitana sauce; my fish was fine; Trudi's parma was fine. The kids' meals came with "free ice cream" which turned out to be a cardboard pot of Frozen Dairy Free Gluten Free substance, with a wee pink plastic paddle.
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