Do you ever question the basis for your reviews? Was is a good experience or was it the sangria that made your vision so blurred that you think you had a good time, but don't really remember? I don't know, I don't remember. Obviously Americans don't just wander this far up the Promenade by accident, so this place came as a recommendation from someone else, also that I don't remember because I'd had just enough "take away" kebab and mushy peas to last a lifetime. I had just about given up on finding anything with flavor on this island until we walked up to the far end, away from the disco music and typical fanfare associated with the TT and its associated crowds. The place was empty, so we were seated immediately, and that's where the whole thing goes downhill. Not for the experience mind you, but my memory. Something about "Would you like Sangria to start?" which led to me ordering a bunch of food I didn't need (read: That's need, not want). I think I had a stewed chicken dish with rice, and we noshed on some tasty bread appetizer... I think. Then for some reason, my dinner companion nodded to the server and magically another pitcher of Sangria comes out to our table. Well, it was there, so we had to drink it, right? Suuuuuuuuuuuure. One thing leads to another and I was urinating off the sea-wall into the Irish Sea screaming something about motorcycle racing that probably sounded like whales humping given how deep in the pool of Sangria I was. Who knows? Either way, I'll be back to this place again, and maybe... just maybe, I'll lay off the Sangria. It tastes so good when it hits your lips that it's hard to resist. Sangria in America tastes like nail-polish remover compared to the stuff we had. I think. read more