I don't know where to begin. Usually one will start chronologically, so I guess that works. My wife and I first arrived to fairly incompetent, but friendly parking attendants. Looking at each other for two minutes before they decided which one would come grab my keys, I froze outside this excuse of an establishment. Once inside this dingy restaurant, I was greeted by a woman that had more attitude than one of those people in the snickers commercials. We were then seated, asked our drink order and then left alone for a little. Next came the absolute best part of the meal, THE BREAD! After that, everything was right back to horrendous. We gave our order and went back to waiting for a brief period. Within two minutes our octopus came out, which was cautiously quick. Once we started to indulge ourselves our cautions were proven correct, but it was already too late. We were so hungry that we dove in, guns blazing, and had eaten too much by the time we realized how bad it was and quickly regretted the decision. We both started to feel ill and had to beg the waiter to take the dish away because we couldn't stomach the smell of it. When our waiter did come back to take away the poison that they tried to feed us, he reeked of cigarettes. I don't know about you, but I like to have clean refreshing scents tickle my nostrils while eating, not ones of cancer. After this the two of us just wanted to leave, but hoped it would get better. Again, we should have trusted our guts, that at this point were at breaking point and ready to raise the white flag from being so sick. Our paella came and my wife went to take a bite and had to quickly spit it out because it was beyond scalding hot. The wait staff saw this and then began to make fun of her and tell as many people as they could about what they just witnessed. This irritated me, but I did not have the stomach to say anything, as it was still sick from the octopus. We tried to eat our paella, but it was also just disgusting and we had to spit out much of the seafood because it did not taste right and we were at this point just fearful of what other poison they were trying to play off as food. We finally threw in the towel and got the check. While waiting for the check my wife had to run to the bathroom because she had to puke. She puked up her entire dinner all over the bathroom. She then puked twice more on the car ride home on the side of 287, which put our livelihoods at risk, as well as myself puking once on the arrival to our house. This was definitely from the food, as there was no alcohol consumed at this meal. The food sucked, the service was rude, and we are now both sick! At least they have to clean the bathroom filled with puke! :P read more